Poem by Nayeli Cal

Trees

               The trees are like tall people.

                    Trees wave their hands saying hi to everyone. 

               Fruits are the eyes of the trees,

               That we like to eat.

             Trees gossip and quarrel with the wind.    

             And some creature love to live on them,

          People just like to climb them so they can see

                  From the top.

               Trees are very nice to me.

        

Poem by Crystal Cal

The Park

Look at me the park pond so calm so quiet that you can barely see me move.

Oh no! 3oclock hear the noises all around not so calm any more.

Hear the Waa! Waa! Of baby crying. The bic, boc, bic, boc of a woman’s high heel and the twit twit of a sprinkler even the wank,wank of a pond duck but it all calms down at seven

So peaceful now I can finally go to sleep.

By crystal cal

Yo Creek RC

Tr.  Damian

Poem by Gabriel Campos

The Digestive System

The digestive system is from the mouth to the anus.

The food that I eat enters my mouth and is wet with saliva.

It travels through the oesophagus and goes to my stomach.

There is a liquid crushes it down into smaller particles.

It travels though the small intestine and later through the large intestine.

Finally it goes through the rectum and then it is squeezed through the anus.

Made by: Gabriel Campos.

  Standard 5.

Poem by Rubiely Castillo

My Desk

My desk has ears to hear

My desk has eyes to see

What I am doing every day

My desk screams because

 I write on if and the eyes

Of the desk cry because the erasers

The dust goes into its eyes.

Rubiely Castillo

Tr.Damian cal

Std 5

Poem by Dennis Novelo

MY BE SET DREAM

My bed set is a bed collection.

It’s bed sheet clamps on the bed side so it could hold on tight.

The bed frame with designs coughs every day because the dust affects it.

The bed spring jumps every night and morning.

The pillow pulls it’s belly whenever i lay my head on it.

The pillow case covers it’s child from being dirty,

The blanket stretches it’s sides to cover the sleeping one.

Poor bed is a disaster in the night and in the morning,

It all happens during sleep time.

So if you read and understood it was just a dream.

        By: dennis novelo

Class t.r: t.r damian cal

Poem by Sheila Garcia

The Coconut

The coconut tree is tall like a tower.

The leaves look like a tired old man.

The leaves fly as the wind blow by

The branches look like an airplane

When the wind comes.

The coconut has a lot of eyes

It stand with one skinny and

Rough leg.

Made by Sheila Garcia

Tr. Damian cal 

 Class STD 5

Poem by Fatima Cocom

TREES

 The tree is like an octopus

That waves its arms slowly.

And the root is like the feet

dancing merrily with the wind.

And when a snake rolls in the middle

of the tree is like the mouth is

shouting I love the breeze.

Trees quarrel with the wind.

And the trees gossip with the grass.

      By: Fatima Cocom

        Class: Standard 5

          Teacher: Damian Cal

Poem by Roannie Gongora

                                                                       Trees

                                                            I’m a tall tree

                                               Like a tall tower

                                    And I’m so tall so

                        I can see all the city

                  As it is

                           And I am like an octopus

                  I have a lot of arms

        And my leaves are

 Like an old man.

Roannie Gongora

Std.v

Yo Creek Sacred Heart R.C. School

Poem by Yaneli Lemus

The clock

          The clock shows us every second, minute, and hour.                                                   

                When it shows us the second it goes tic, tic, tic. When it 

          Shows the minute it goes tic, toc, tic, toc. When it shows                    

          The hour it goes Bing, Bing, Bing. The clock helps us see

          The time we want. So go and buy your own clock and

          Have a happy time. When you go to sleep and you have 

          Your alarm will go tit, tit, and tit.

Poem by Joseph Oliva

The Ball

                                        

I am just a ball that is green, white and pink. I jump from place to place. I am round and round. People play me all day long. The dogs chews me and throws me .I felt I can fly I was dancing happily with the wind and I think I would never fall but I fall down.

In the afternoon I was exhausted the people throw me on a side and went to sleep I felt happy it was done. I could finally rest and go to sleep.

Made by Joseph Oliva

Std v

From Yo Creek Sacred Heart  R C S  

Teacher Damian cal  

Poem by Kristy Ack

Chair

My chair always has an eye to see what I do.

It screams when people sit

Because of their weight

It hears what we talk.

And cry when we write

It’s happy when we stand

And sad when we sit

Made by : Kristy Ack

StdV

Teacher: Damian cAL

  

Poem by Hazel Romero

The Poem of Belize

Belize is like the beautiful city of Las Vegas. Belize is like Las Vegas has a beautiful beach. Belize is like Las Vegas that many people come to live here to or visit to see how, pretty is Belize. Belize has many who like to be proud of their Country. Belize is like a popular country more than Las Vegas. Belize has like many traffic! Belize has beautiful animals and maya ruins. Las Vegas is not like Belize because they have no animals and mayaruin. In Belize you like the moon. In Las Vegas you not see the moon because there a lot of light and there a lot air pollution in the atmosphere.    

Name: Hazel A. Romero

Class: standard 5

Teacher: Mr.Damain Cal

School: Yo Creek Sacred heart R.C School

Age: 13 year

Poem by Alejandra Pech

The white board

I don’t drink nor eat

I give my beautiful, white back

For teachers to write

Two days I’m lonely

Five days I’m with children

But I can’t walk nor play

Teachers spank me for children to hear

They don’t hear me scream

They wash me but I don’t have smell

My back hurts me from hanging many years.

Made by: Alejandra Pech

Std V

 Teacher:  Damian Cal

Poem by Balbina Cal

                                                            The grass                                                                        

               The grass danced by the gentle wind that made it move.

               The grass opened their eyes by the time the sun is raised.

               The grass is softer when fat people walk on top of it.

               The grass cries for water when the sun is hot.

              The grass yelled for help when the cows, sheep and the animals eat it.

Made by: Balbina Cal

Class: STD V

Teacher : Damian Cal

Poem by Abel Blanco

Shoe

I am a little shoe

I was born with a tattoo on my back     

But my colour is not blue

Every day I get pinch with rock

Book! Book! I carry someone in my back

They pull my hair, ignoring my scream

The ferocious floor robs chewed gum on me

I am little but worth a fortune

Small and black I am

Trust me I am not wrong

  

Poem by Tanisha Valencia

The Noisy Town of Orange Walk

Pi pip!

Go the cars

Crash!

They go later

Hey Bro!

People say to each other waiting in line

MMM!

Say the people eating $2 tacos.

Hey give me $1 banana

Say the people at the Market

Hot Mazorcas, Hot Mazorcas!

Says the people selling Mazorcas at the bus,

Koop wait for me!

Says Mr. Cal waving to me

As I walk the roads

Of Noisy Town of Orange Walk.

Poem by Carmen Suchite

MY BED

My bed sees me every day when I jump on it.

Poor bed is so tired when I jump on it. My bed

Hears me when I fart and it smells bad. OH! No

I have to stop farting when I am on my bed and

Jumping so when it is night the bed will not be tired.

Also the bed embraces me when I go to sleep.

By, Carmen.A.S

Std.v

Poem by Reyes Carrillo

                     Exercise book

I am a clean white book.

I like to see when people write on me.

And all of a sudden they scratch like crazy.

I cry!

I scream!

But they didn’t hear me.

And all of a sudden a cloud comes and helps

Me take all the scratch and

Pain.

Poem by Leander Campos

Butterfly

The butterfly is as beautiful as a flower.

The winds stretch their arms and WOOSH! Pushes the butterfly into a magic world of flowers, roses rising above.

What can the butterfly see?

When the butterfly sees you he thinks you’re a fearsome, ferocious beast.

When the soon setting sun is about to set, poor butterfly, play time is about to end. And folds its wings tiredly into bed. The sun sets and off to bed. 

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