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Kwame Alexander Reads an Excerpt From The Crossover

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A poem reminds us to think about our roots in the world

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Discuss the following questions:

Look at what the poem says to remember. What do the things mentioned have in common? Why do you think the poet chose these to mention? (author's purpose) The poem mentions the sun, the moon, earth, plants, trees, animals, the wind, and so on. All of these are part of nature. The poet probably chose them to encourage readers to appreciate the natural world and see themselves as part of it.

Look at the line "Remember you are all people and all people are you." What do you think this means? (interpreting text) Answers will vary. Students might suggest that the poet wants us to see what we have in common with each other.

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Discuss the following questions: Look at what the poem says to remember. What do the things mentioned have in common? Why do you think the poet chose these to mention? (author's purpose) The poem mentions the sun, the moon, earth, plants, trees, animals, the wind, and so on.

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A popular poem about baseball

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When I walk in my house I see pictures,
bought long ago, framed and hanging
-de Kooning, Arp, Laurencin, Henry Moore-
that I've cherished and stared at for years,
yet my eyes keep returning to the masters
of the trivial-a white stone perfectly round,
tiny lead models of baseball players, a cowbell,
a broken great-grandmother's rocker,
a dead dog's toy-valueless, unforgettable
detritus that my children will throw away
as I did my mother's souvenirs of trips
with my dead father, Kodaks of kittens,
and bundles of cards from her mother Kate.

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Casey at the Bat - The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;

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Who really discovers the hidden corners of our world?

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Discuss the following questions:

Answer the two questions that appear next to lines 8 and 17. (inference) "We" refers to humans; "adventurers" are animals that have passed through an area before humans.

A perspective is a way of looking at things. How does the poet, Marilyn Singer, offer a new perspective about exploration and discovery? (author's purpose) Singer makes readers think about the animals that inhabit the places that humans explore. Often we consider a place "discovered" when humans go there, but the poet points out that animals have already been there.

Find a line in the article "Frozen Dreams" that tells you who the "early explorers" of the Arctic would be, according to this poem. (making connections) The article mentions arctic animals such as seals, walruses, and polar bears.

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Discuss the following questions: Answer the two questions that appear next to lines 8 and 17. (inference) "We" refers to humans; "adventurers" are animals that have passed through an area before humans. A perspective is a way of looking at things. How does the poet, Marilyn Singer, offer a new perspective about exploration and discovery?

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Kwame Alexander reads an extract from Booked

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Kwame Alexander Beatboxing The Crossover || Singapore American School

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Explain what the speaker means when she says her mind is noisy. Then explain-in your own words-what happens when the speaker quiets her noisy mind. Send your work to Noisy Mind Contest. Three winners will get My Thoughts Are Clouds: Poems for Mindfulness by Georgia Heard.

Entries must be submitted by a legal resident of the U.S. age 18 and older, who is the teacher, parent, or guardian of the student. See our Contest Page for details.

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Explain what the speaker means when she says her mind is noisy. Then explain-in your own words-what happens when the speaker quiets her noisy mind. Send your work to Noisy Mind Contest . Three winners will get My Thoughts Are Clouds: Poems for Mindfulness by Georgia Heard.

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Judith Nicholls's simple, lovely poem celebrates nature's unique delights.

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What Is One? | Writing Poetry | Scholastic Storyworks Magazine

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This simple poem celebrates the special wonders of nature.

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A simple poem about the power of two words

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Reward | Writing Poetry | Scholastic Storyworks Magazine

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A simple poem about the power of two words.

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This uplifting poem celebrates the joy of being alive.

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A Circle of Sun | Writing Poetry | Scholastic Storyworks Magazine

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This uplifting poem celebrates the joy of being alive.

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Gratitude | Writing Poetry | Scholastic Scope Magazine

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Poet Kwame Alexander muses about finding inspiration in this bright and playful poem.

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How to Write a Poem | Writing Poetry | Scholastic Storyworks Magazine

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This playful poem will help you find inspiration to write poetry of your own!

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This poem connects perfectly to this issue's fiction, "Good Enough."

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A snowflake invites readers to take in its delicate beauty in this lovely, wintry poem.

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The Snowflake | Writing Poetry | Scholastic Storyworks Magazine

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A snowflake invites readers to admire its beauty.

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Poet Rebecca Kai Dotlich celebrates the many realms of science.

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What Is Science? | Writing Poetry | Scholastic Storyworks Magazine

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Poet Rebecca Kai Dotlich celebrates the many areas of science.

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Poet Ofelia Zepeda celebrates the power of the ocean’s sound.

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Carrying Our Words | Writing Poetry | Scholastic Storyworks Magazine

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Poet Ofelia Zepeda celebrates the power of the ocean's sound.

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A poem describes the nocturnal life of a snail

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UP CLOSE Science Connection
What does this poem tell you about the body and habits of a snail? Think about this as you read.

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A poem describes the nocturnal life of a snail

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This sweet poem by a celebrated poet of the Harlem Renaissance is the perfect note to end the year on.

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A girl reflects on time ticking by

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The colors and the currents of the ocean come alive in a poem

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Discuss the following questions:

Reread the first line. How does it prepare you for what the rest of the poem says? (text structure) The first line poses a question: "What does the cup of ocean hold?" The rest of the poem answers the question by describing the ocean.

Which lines describe how the ocean looks? What do these lines say about it? (descriptive language) Lines 2-4 describe how the ocean looks. They paint a picture of it as having wonderful colors lit up by the sunlight.

Which lines describe how the ocean moves? What does this movement seem like to you? Which words help you picture it? (descriptive language) Lines 5-8 describe how the ocean moves. Students might say that the movement seems gentle and rolling. The waves "idly roam" and "softly glide."

Is the rhythm of the poem the same in each line, or does it change? How might the rhythm be like the ocean? (rhythm) The rhythm is nearly the same in each line. This could be similar to the sound of the ocean, which has a repeated rhythm of rolling or crashing waves.

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Discuss the following questions: Reread the first line. How does it prepare you for what the rest of the poem says? (text structure) The first line poses a question: "What does the cup of ocean hold?" The rest of the poem answers the question by describing the ocean.

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Award winning author brings poetry and rap to school

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A poem by Jason Reynolds, the author of Ghost

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After reading a beautiful poem by Jason Reynolds, students write their own dream poems.

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Animals welcome the spring in Carl Sandburg's delightful poem.

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Just Before April Came - Writing Poetry | Scholastic Storyworks Magazine

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Animals welcome the spring in Carl Sandburg's delightful poem.

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A graphic approach to a poem about checking in with your feelings

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A graphic approach to a poem about checking in with your feelings

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For Earth Day, a celebration of the humble carpeting beneath our feet

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For Earth Day, a celebration of the humble carpeting beneath our feet

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Words glow and float across the page in this concrete poem.

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Fireflies | Writing Poetry | Scholastic Storyworks Magazine

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Words glow and float across the page in this uniquely shaped springtime poem.

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Joyce Sidman’s poem brings your students along on a bat's journey home. Perfect for Halloween!

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Bat Wraps Up | Writing Poetry | Scholastic Storyworks Magazine

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Joyce Sidman's poem takes us along as a bat flies home.

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An acrostic poem describes a hippo‘s bliss.

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Slipping the Sunset | Writing Poetry | Scholastic Storyworks Magazine

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An acrostic poem describes a hippo's bliss.

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A poet plays with paper-related words

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An uplifting poem about freedom and hope, sometimes called the Black National Anthem

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"Lift Every Voice and Sing" is a beloved poem and song penned by Harlem Renaissance writer James Weldon Johnson and set to music by his brother, J. Rosamond Johnson. It speaks joyfully about the hope and resilience of Black people transcending the enslavement and discrimination of the past and celebrating freedom. In 1919, the NAACP named it the Black National Anthem. It has been sung over the years in churches and schools, at civil rights protests, at graduations and other ceremonies. And it has gained new significance today, being sung again at protests and rallies as so many people have poured into the streets to proclaim that Black Lives Matter. (Note that we only included the first verse of the poem; you can find the full text here or at many other online sources.)

The artwork that accompanies the poem was created by artist Loveis Wise as the Google Doodle for Juneteenth this year. Find out more about it here.

We hope that the poem, art, and support materials will spark conversations in your classroom about the past and the present that empower all students to seek and create a more equitable society for everyone.

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"Lift Every Voice and Sing" is a beloved poem and song penned by Harlem Renaissance writer James Weldon Johnson and set to music by his brother, J. Rosamond Johnson. It speaks joyfully about the hope and resilience of Black people transcending the enslavement and discrimination of the past and celebrating freedom.

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A beautiful poem about identity

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What My Name Means | Writing Poetry | Scholastic Scope Magazine

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A beautiful poem about identity by Jennifer Dignan.

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After reading a poem of questions by Jennifer Dignan, students write their own poem.

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As summer wanes, geese take flight

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Poet Rachel Field describes in lovely, lilting verses the goose's instinct to fly south for the winter.

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A special, online-only poem about life during quarantine

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When this is over

I am going to use a whole roll of toilet paper

every time.

Well, no.

That would be a crime against the environment

and besides

it would block the toilet.

But I am

going to get an ice cream

from that place with the bright red roof

where you stand in a long line

with your neighbors and strangers

then order at the window

then sit at a picnic table

that you might share with neighbors

or strangers

while you eat your butterscotch sundae

or vanilla-chocolate twist

or strawberry with rainbow jimmies

in a dish.

I am not going to cough on people

or sneeze on people.

I'll still use my elbow

because

obviously.

But I am

going to hug my friends so tightly

that if we were made of clay

we would squish together and become one person

with a weird lumpy body that gets very narrow

in the area where my arms are wrapped.

I am not

going to stop there.

I am going to hug my grandparents, of course,

and my aunts and uncles and cousins

and also my teachers

and my neighbors

and the mail carrier

and the vet

and Mrs. Addison at the doctor's office

who is always so kind

and, if I can convince him to come out from behind the window,

the guy who takes my order

for strawberry with rainbow jimmies

in a dish.

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When this is over I am going to use a whole roll of toilet paper every time. Well, no. That would be a crime against the environment and besides it would block the toilet.

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How poetry can help kids turn a fear of literature into love

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Literature can be daunting for some young people, so how can we create a culture of avid readers? Poetry can be a non-threatening alternative introduction for fledgling bibliophiles, giving them more "white space" on a page without losing narrative elements. Author Jason Reynolds shares his humble opinion on how poetry can entice young readers.

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A poet admires the yellow flower’s undefeatable spirit.

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A poet admires the yellow flower’s undefeatable spirit.

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A beautiful poem about identity

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A lovely poem about identity for the start of the year

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This poem about forest fires connects perfectly to this issue's nonfiction feature, "Our Beautiful Town Is Gone."

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(that I would give myself if I could travel back through time)

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when you go to use

your beloved dopkeep

and realize it's missing

don't waste your time searching

you are never going to find it

when you have the chance

to harillumdrum

but you're not sure you will succeed

try it anyway-or be prepared to spend the next eight months

wishing that you had

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when you go to use your beloved dopkeep and realize it's missing don't waste your time searching you are never going to find it when you have the chance to harillumdrum but you're not sure you will succeed try it anyway-or be prepared to spend the next eight months wishing that you had

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Students read a poem by Joyce Sidman, then analyze the poem's title.

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A poet re-creates a joyously carefree moment of childhood

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Sandra Cisneros captures the happiness of running with a friend for an after-school treat.

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Poet John Ciardi celebrates the pelican in a charming poem that makes a perfect lesson about rhyme scheme.

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Rebecca Kai Dotlich captures the magical wonder of reading a book.

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Rebecca Kai Dotlich captures the magical wonder of reading a book

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This vivid springtime poem offers a fresh look at a family of opossums.

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Sightseers | Writing Poetry | Scholastic Storyworks Magazine

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This vivid springtime poem offers a fresh look at a family of opossums.

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Jacqueline Woodson was born in Columbus, Ohio and grew up in Greenville, South Carolina and Brooklyn, New York. She is the author of over 30 books for children and adults, including From the Notebooks of Melanin Sun (1995), recipient of both the Coretta Scott King Honor and the Jane Addams…

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Write a couplet with poet Kwame Alexander

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Kids Learn Ingredients of a Poem with Kwame Alexander and TCM

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A poem about basketball

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Victory - When I was twelve, I shoplifted a pair

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by Shel Silverstein

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Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage Out

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I made a meme a cultural item in the form of an image, video, phrase, etc., that is spread via the internet and often altered in a creative or humorous way. this morning.
I posted it online.
(I asked my mom's permission.
She said that it was fine.)

Then people started sharing it.
The next thing that I knew,
my meme had spread around the world.
It grew, and grew, and grew!

By lunch my meme went viral becoming very popular by circulating quickly from person to person, especially through the internet. .
It had a billion views.
By dinnertime the TV had it
on the evening news.

I earned a penny, maybe two,
from every single share,
and, by the time I went to bed,
I was a millionaire.

I thought of making one more meme
that might go even higher.
But, nah, I'm nearly nine years old.
I think I'll just retire.

- Kenn Nesbitt

Reading Level: Grade 2

Topics: Science and Technology Poems

Poetic Techniques: Alliteration, Hyperbole, Narrative Poems

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From the Book My Dog Likes to Disco

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I Made a Meme this Morning - Kenn Nesbitt's Poetry4kids.com

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Shel Silverstein: 'Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too' from Where the Sidewalk Ends

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"Good morning, dear students," the principal said.
"Please put down your pencils and go back to bed.
Today we will spend the day playing outside,
then take the whole school on a carnival ride.

"We'll learn to eat candy while watching TV,
then listen to records and swing from a tree.
We'll also be learning to draw on the walls,
to scream in the classrooms and run in the halls.

"So bring in your skateboard, your scooter, your bike.
It's time to be different and do what you like.
The teachers are going to give you a rest.
You don't have to study. There won't be a test.

"And if you'd prefer for a bit of a change,
feel free to go wild and act really strange.
Go put on a clown suit and dye your hair green,
and copy your face on the Xerox machine a brand name for a copying machine for reproducing printed, written, or pictorial matter. .

"Tomorrow it's back to the regular grind the usual hard, boring work. .
Today, just go crazy. We really don't mind.
So tear up your homework. We'll give you an A.
Oh wait. I'm just kidding. It's April Fools' Day."

- Kenn Nesbitt

Reading Level: Grade 2

Topics: Holiday Poems, Other Holidays, School Poems

Poetic Techniques: Dialogue, Narrative Poems

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From the Book When the Teacher Isn't Looking

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Good Morning, Dear Students - Kenn Nesbitt's Poetry4kids.com

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"Good morning, dear students," the principal said. "Please put down your pencils and go back to bed. Today we will spend the day playing outside, then take the whole school on a carnival ride. "We'll learn to eat candy while watching TV, then listen to records and swing from a tree.

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Our teacher likes Minecraft.
She plays it all day.
She tells us to study
so she can go play.

She'll dig in her mine,
going deeper and deeper,
then fight off a skeleton,
zombie, or creeper.

She'll engineer buildings
from dirt, wood, and stone,
then go out exploring
the landscape alone.

She'll build and collect and
she'll run, jump, and swing.
There's only one problem...
we don't learn a thing.

- Kenn Nesbitt

Reading Level: Grade 3

Topics: Game, School Poems, Science and Technology Poems

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From the Book My Cat Knows Karate

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Our Teacher Likes Minecraft - Kenn Nesbitt's Poetry4kids.com

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Our teacher likes Minecraft. She plays it all day. She tells us to study so she can go play. She'll dig in her mine, going deeper and deeper, then fight off a skeleton, zombie, or creeper. She'll engineer buildings from dirt, wood, and stone, then go out exploring the landscape alone.

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When the Teacher Isn't Looking

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From the book When the Teacher Isn't Looking

When the teacher's back is turned,
we never scream and shout.
Never do we drop our books
and try to freak her out.

- Kenn Nesbitt

Copyright © 2005. All Rights Reserved.

Reading Level: Grade 3

Topics: School Poems

Poetic Techniques: Imagery, Onomatopoeia

About This Poem

This poem has a rather interesting history. After publishing my first book, The Aliens Have Landed at Our School!, my editor asked if I could write an entire collection of funny poems about school. I assured him that I could and set to work creating a new book.

When I was done writing it, he asked what I thought it should be called. I said I though it should be called Falling Asleep in Class, as that was one of my favorite poems from the book. I think he was concerned that people would think it was a boring book that would make readers fall asleep, and instead suggested the title When the Teacher Isn't Looking.

I fought against this title, arguing that would make teachers think I was encouraging students to misbehave in class. I think his response was, "Oh, get over it. It's funny!"

While my previous (and subsequent) poetry books all were named after one of the poems in the book, there was no poem in this collection called "When the Teacher Isn't Looking." However, there was a poem called "When the Teacher's Back Is Turned." So that the book title would match one of the poems in the collection, I renamed "When the Teacher's Back Is Turned" to "When the Teacher Isn't Looking."

This is that poem. I hope you enjoy it!

From the Book When the Teacher Isn't Looking

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Rate this poem From the book When the Teacher Isn't Looking When the teacher's back is turned, we never scream and shout. Never do we drop our books and try to freak her out. - Kenn Nesbitt Copyright © 2005. All Rights Reserved.

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My little brother took my Switch
to stream a game or two on Twitch.
But, when he tried to turn it on,
my Switch would not play Pokémon.

My Switch would not play Mario,
or Donkey Kong, or Yu-Gi-Oh!,
or Minecraft, or Monopoly,
or Captain Toad, or Pikmin 3,
Jurassic Park, or Kingdom Hearts,
or any game with racing karts,
or Shovel Knight, or Dragon Ball,
or, really, any game at all.

He gave it back and said, "It's broke."
I had to giggle at my joke.
I switched my Switch and played a trick.
I'd given him my painted brick.

- Kenn Nesbitt

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Switch Switch - Kenn Nesbitt's Poetry4kids.com

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My little brother took my Switch to stream a game or two on Twitch. But, when he tried to turn it on, my Switch would not play Pokémon. My Switch would not play Mario, or Donkey Kong, or Yu-Gi-Oh!, or Minecraft, or Monopoly, or Captain Toad, or Pikmin 3, Jurassic Park, or Kingdom Hearts, or any game with racing karts, or Shovel Knight, or Dragon Ball, or, really, any game at all.

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By John McCrae

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Discuss the questions in yellow on the poem. Suggested answers are below.

This verse describes a cemetery on a battlefield. What clues tell you this? (interpreting text) The words "row on row" suggest an arrangement of graves, and they are marked with crosses. The second verse identifies the speakers as "the Dead." The line "Scarce heard amid the guns below" suggests a battle is going on.

To "throw the torch" means to pass on a duty. What is the duty here? (interpreting text) The duty is to keep on fighting for the cause for which the soldiers died.

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In Flanders Fields | Writing Poetry | Scholastic Storyworks Magazine

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Discuss the questions in yellow on the poem. Suggested answers are below. This verse describes a cemetery on a battlefield. What clues tell you this? (interpreting text) The words "row on row" suggest an arrangement of graves, and they are marked with crosses. The second verse identifies the speakers as "the Dead."

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By Nikki Grimes

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You might have noticed that some words in the poem appear in bold. Those words form a line from another poem: "Storm Ending" by Jean Toomer. Here's your task: Choose a line from a poem or work of fiction that you love, and incorporate it into your own poem, using Nikki Grimes's "Truth" as a model. Send your poem to My Poem Contest. Three winners will each get One Last Word: Wisdom from the Harlem Renaissance by Nikki Grimes.

Entries must be submitted by a legal resident of the U.S. age 18 and older who is the teacher, parent, or guardian of the student. See our Contest page for details.

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You might have noticed that some words in the poem appear in bold. Those words form a line from another poem: "Storm Ending" by Jean Toomer. Here's your task: Choose a line from a poem or work of fiction that you love, and incorporate it into your own poem, using Nikki Grimes's "Truth" as a model.

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megan the stallion