School Poems


Wheels on the Bus
The wheels on the bus go 'round and 'round
As I travel through the town
To ________________ school I'm on my way,
I'm learning more and more each day.
 ( put your school name on the line)

Back To School
Today I hurry off to school,
To work and learn and play.
I'm in a brand new grade this year.
What a happy day!


The Happiest Child
I'm the happiest child alive
I had a birthday, now I'm five.
So to the big school I can go,
To learn all the things I need to know!


I Trust You'll Treat Her Well

by Victor Buono

Dear World:

I bequeath to you today one little girl...in a crispy dress...with two
brown eyes....and a happy laugh that ripples all day long..and a flash
of light brown hair that bounces in the sun when she runs.  I trust
you'll treat her well.

She's slipping out of the backyard of my heart this morning...and
skipping off down the street to her first day of school.  And never
again will she be completely mine.  Prim and proud she'll wave her young
and independent hand this morning and say "Goodbye" and walk with little
lady steps to the schoolhouse.

Now she'll learn to stand in lines...and wait by the alphabet for her
name to be called.  She'll learn to tune her ears for the sounds of
school-bells...and deadlines...and she'll learn to giggle..and
gossip...and look at the ceiling in a disinterested way when the little
boy 'cross the aisle sticks out his tongue at her.  And now she'll learn
to be jealous.  And now she'll learn how it is to feel hurt inside.  And
now she'll learn how not to cry.

No longer will she have time to sit on the front porch on a summer day
and watch an ant scurry across the crack in the sidewalk.  Nor will she
have time to pop out of bed with the dawn and kiss lilac blooms in the
morning dew.  No, now she'll worry about those important things..like
grades and which dress to wear and whose best friends is whose.  And the
magic of books and learning will replace the magic of her blocks and
dolls.  And now she'll find new heroes.

For five full years now I've been her sage and Santa Claus and pal and
playmate and mother and friend.  Now she'll learn to share her worship
with her teachers..which is only right.  But no longer will I be the
smartest woman in the whole world.  Today when that school bell rings
for the first time...she'll learn what it means to be a member of the
group..with all its privileges and its disadvantages too.

She'll learn in time that proper young ladies do not laugh out loud...or
kiss dogs..or keep frogs in pickle jars in bedrooms..or even watch ants
scurry across cracks in sidewalks in the summer.

Today she'll learn for the first time that all who smile at her are not
her friends.  And I'll stand on the front porch and watch her start out
on the long, lonely journey to becoming a woman.

So, world, I bequeath to you today one little girl...in a crispy
dress...with two brown eyes...and a flash of light brown hair that
bounces in the sunlight when she runs.

I trust you'll treat her well.


My Young Son
by Dan Valentine

Dear World,

My young son starts to school today...It's going to be sort of strange
and new to him for awhile, and I wish you would sort of treat him
gently.

You see, up to now he's been king of the roost...He's been boss of the
backyard...His mother has always been near to soothe his wounds and
repair his feelings.

But now things are going to be different.

This morning he's going to walk down the front steps, wave his hand, and
start out on the great adventure...It is an adventure that might take
him across continents, across oceans...It's an adventure that will
probably include wars and tragedy and sorrow...To live his life in the
world he will have to live in, will require faith and love and courage.

So, World, I wish you would sort of look after him...Take him by the
hand and teach him things he will have to know.

But do it gently, if you can.

He will have to learn, I know, that all men are not just, that all men
are not true.

But teach him also that for every scoundrel there is a hero...that for
every crooked politician there is a great and dedicated leader...Teach
him that for every enemy, there is a friend.

Steer him away from envy, if you can...and teach him the secret of quiet
laughter.

In school, World, teach him it is far more honorable to fail than to
cheat...Teach him to have faith in his own ideas, even if everyone says
they are wrong...Teach him to be gentle with gentle people and tough
with tough people.

Try to give my son the strength not to follow the crowd when everyone is
getting on the bandwagon...Teach him to listen to all men--but teach him
also to filter all he hears on a screen of truth and take just the good
that siphons through.

Teach him, if you can, how to laugh when he's sad...Teach him there is
no shame in tears...Teach him there can be glory in failure and despair
in success.

Treat him gently, World, if you can, but don't coddle him... Because
only the test of fire makes fine steel...Let him have the courage to be
impatient...Let him have the patience to be brave.

Let him be no man's man...Teach him always to have sublime faith in
himself.  Because then he will always have sublime faith in mankind.

This is quite an order, World, but see what you can do...He's such a
nice little fellow, my son!


Graduation
by Amber McDonald

Tonight a curtain closes
and we take a final bow
To the four years we have spent
Which are slowly ending now.
But let time stop this evening
For just an hour or two
As we recall the memories
That seem right now too few.
Gathered all together
We will not say goodbye
For the thoughts that will prevail
and memories that will never die.


School Day Memories
As we reach our hand
the diplomas we grasp,
While we think of the memories
Of the years in the past.

Tears fill our eyes
Because it's all gone.
We're starting a new life, 
We have to move on.

We hope friends will keep in touch
As the years pass us by,
Although it hurts inside
We'll tr not to cry.

We think of Kindergarten
And our first day.
Now we've reached the end
We are going away.

How do you say good-bye?
To friends who mean so much?
Will there be time
To sincerely keep in touch?

You'll always have the memories
Of your school years from day one.
Don't think of school as ending -
Think a new life has begun...





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