Out here is better than the classroom
The wind can blow sunshine on our faces as we write
We can see the clouds puff up white like cotton
and float away somewhere or into nothing,
The sky looks bluer out here . . . I can hear the speeding cars passing
A red Ford truck sounds like it’s broken
Everly lets go of his paper to make us laugh
We are exploring poetry
Out here is better than the classroom
We can walk out of line and talk out of turn
question without raising our hands
answer out loud
“Rhyme is only important sometimes,” says Mr. Al
Mrs. Smith gives us more ideas
We can see the far-off flowers
the houses two blocks away, the smooth metal monkey bars, and the
orange motorcycle on a flat.
The time goes by fast
I would like to take off my shoes and play freeze tag by the swings
Out here is better than the classroom
I can think better
Close walls are not all around us
I don’t feel short or small
The tall trees are so quiet, I want to climb to the very top
Here comes Lee, I wonder what he wants
I found a good luck penny on the sidewalk
Two boys run past the basketball goals and bump into each other
The ball bounces the other way
I hope we can go hunting for poetry again
Out here is better than the classroom.
By Kiera, 4th Grade
Marsha Hart-Coles
Keep writing Kiera! You made me see what you were seeing. I have to work inside right now, and your writing took me outside for a break. Beautiful work.