I'm So Much More Than Just A TEACHER

I'm So Much More Than Just A...

TEACHER

I am a counselor and psychologist to a problem-filled child,
I am a police officer that controls a child gone wild.
I am a travel agent scheduling our trips for the year,
I am a confidante that wipes a crying child's tear.
I am a banker collecting money for a ton of different things,
I am a librarian showing adventures that a storybook brings.
I am a custodian that has to clean certain little messes,
I am a psychic that learns to know all that everybody only guesses.
I am a photographer keeping pictures of a child's yearly growth,
when mother and father are gone for the day, I become both.
I am a doctor that detects when a child is feeling sick,
I am a politician that must know the laws and recognize a trick.
I am a party planner for holidays to celebrate with all,
I am a decorator of a room, filling every wall.
I am a news reporter updating on our nation's current events,
I am a detective solving small mysteries and ending all suspense.
I am a clown and comedian that makes the children laugh,
I am a dietitian assuring they have lunch or from mine I give them half.
When we seem to stray from values, I become a preacher,
But I'm proud to have to be these people because-
I'm proud to say, "I am a teacher."

- By Stacy Bonino

Poem: The Colors of Fall

Watch the animation here.

When trees are dormant or fall asleep
Colored leaves form a heap

Orange, yellow and red leaves
Tumble down in fall's breeze

All leaves then turn brown
As they remain on the ground

Where did the green leaves go?
An interesting story I was told

As days grow short and cold
A wondrous color change we behold

Photosynthesis allows a plant to eat
Using light for fuel, really neat!

Leaves capture the power of the sun
By using pigments, oh how fun

Chlorophyll during growth makes us see green
It masks other colors so they are unseen

Until photosynthesis takes a fall break
The yellow xanthophyll molecules begins to wake

As a tree goes dormant there is no green
Orange leaves mean that we see carotene

As photosynthesis stops, leaves go to bed
The pigment anthocyanin produces the red

So chemistry is at the cause of this change
Leaves turning color is really not strange

Poem: Human Bone Hip Hop

Watch the animation here.

Human Bone Hip Hop
by Michael J. Doherty

The spinal column, that's your back
The sacrum bone is near the crack

The sternum is your center chest
The ribs are there to protect the rest

The humerus bone is the upper arm
It's the funny bone with a special charm

The lower arm has two bones there
The ulna and radius are the pair

The clavicle is the collar bone
The scapula is the shoulder zone

Your hip hop bones are your pelvis
Made famous by the singer Elvis

The knee joint is protected by the patella
A flat, triangular, knee cap fella

The femur is the bone in your thigh
It's the biggest and strongest, it holds you high

The fibula and tibia when they combine
Are the lower leg in a cool design

So your skull holds your brain
Did learning these bones drive you insane?

Say yes, say yes, say yes
Say yes, say yes, say yes

School Poem

Emailed to me by DD1's lovely teacher, Auntie B.

I had a dream of school supplies,
where paperclips could talk;
where poster paper hung around
with marking pens and chalk.

The stationery idled
while the pencils madly raced.
The clocks went 'round in circles,
and the glue sticks merely paced.

The binders were inseparable.
They bonded with the tape.
The workbooks exercised
and helped the stencils stay in shape.

Some calculators added
to the numbers in this land,
and music was provided by
a singing rubber band.

My dream was strange and truly cool,
but this was even cooler:
The dictionaries all looked up to me.
I was the ruler.

--Kenn Nesbitt

Poem: Giving from the heart

Giving From The Heart

A mother seems to specialize in doing thoughtful deeds,
Before you ask she understands your problems and your needs.
Quietly she does her best to help, inspire and cheer,
And everything looks brighter right away because she's near.

She always has a lot to do but still finds time to spare,
To listen and to give advice because she really cares.
She helps because she wants to, she finds joy in being kind,
And making others happy is the first thing on her mind.

She makes this world a better place by practicing the art,
Of reaching out to others and by giving from the heart.

A Touching Poem for Mothers

Before I was a Mom
I made and ate hot meals.
I had unstained clothing.
I had quiet conversations on the phone.

Before I was a Mom,
I slept as late as I wanted
And never worried about how late I got into bed.
I brushed my hair and my teeth everyday.

Before I was a Mom
I cleaned my house each day.
I never tripped over toys or forgot words of lullabies.

Before I was a Mom
I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations

Before I was a Mom
I had never been puked on
Pooped on
Spit on
Chewed on
Peed on
Or pinched by tiny fingers

Before I was a Mom I had complete control of:
My thoughts
My body
And my mind.
I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom
I never held down a screaming child so that doctors could do tests
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put it down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces
when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom
I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond between a Mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small
Could make me feel so important.

Before I was a Mom
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night
Every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay
I had never known the warmth
The joy
The love
The heartache
The wonder
Or the satisfaction of being a Mom.I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much before I was a Mom.

Poem: Whose Child Is This?

Author Unknown

"Whose child is this?" I asked one day
Seeing a little one out at play
"Mine", said the parent with a tender smile
"Mine to keep a little while
To bathe his hands and comb his hair
To tell him what he is to wear
To prepare him that he may always be good
And each day do the things he should"

"Whose child is this?" I asked again
As the door opened and someone came in
"Mine", said the teacher with the same tender smile
"Mine, to keep just for a little while
To teach him how to be gentle and kind
To train and direct his dear little mind
To help him live by every rule
And get the best he can from school"

"Whose child is this?" I ask once more
Just as the little one entered the door
"Ours" said the parent and the teacher as they smiled
And each took the hand of the little child
"Ours to love and train together
Ours this blessed task forever."

Poem: 6 Traits of Writing for Elementary Students

Found this cute poem in my archives this morning.

Organization
Writing has a good beginning, strong conclusion, and builds bridges.
Writing has a good beginning.
The order just makes sense.

Word Choice
Writing with your best words.
Finding lots of new words.
Sparkle! Dazzle!
The words stand out.

Sentence Fluency
Sentence fluency, sentence fluency,
The writing flows,
The writing flows.
Sentences are longer, Sentences are tighter.
It sounds smooth; it sounds right.

Conventions
You put your periods in.
You pull some spelling out.
You put your capitals in.
And you shake them all about.
When you edit it just right.
That’s what it’s all about.

Voice
If you’re spunky and you know it.
Then your words will surely show it.
If you’re happy and you know it, that’s your voice.

Idea
Write, write, write your thoughts.
Make your idea clear,
Tell the reader what you know,
And what you hold most dear.

Poem: Gardening Blues

Gardening Blues

The roses are dead,
The violets have wilted.
I fell for the gardener,
But now I’ve been jilted!

—Leah Carmical, Grade 7

Poem: Why I Love My Sister

Why I love my sister

The Importance Of A Sister

© Shiv Sharma

A sister is someone who loves you from the heart,
No matter how much you argue you cannot be drawn apart.
She is a joy that cannot be taken away,
Once she enters your life, she is there to stay.

A friend who helps you through difficult times,
Her comforting words are worth much more than dimes.
A partner who fills your life with laughs and smile,
These memories last for miles and miles.

When she is by your side, the world is filled with life,
When she is not around, your days are full of strife.
A sister is a blessing, who fills your heart with love,
She flies with you in life with the beauty of a dove.

A companion to whom you can express your feelings,
She doesn’t let you get bored at family dealings.
Whether you are having your ups or downs,
She always helps you with a smile and never frowns.

With a sister you cannot have a grudge,
She is as sweet as chocolate and as smooth as fudge.
Having a sister is not just a trend,
It is knowing you can always turn to her, your best friend.

Source: Why I Love My Sister, Sister Poems http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/family/poetry.asp?poem=18378#ixzz0oZpKRL5p

Poem: Children Are A Gift From God

Children Are A Gift From God

by Sandra Tolson

God sent me three packages
That needed special care
"Take care of these tiny gifts
For they are very rare."

"Watch over them with all your love
And let them feel your touch
Take care of their every need
For you are needed very much."

"These gifts will grow up very fast
As you soon will see
Love them with all your heart
And let them be what they will be."

"When these gifts have fully grown
Look at Heaven up above
Know they exist because of God
And all his precious love."

Poem: The Gardener's Prayer

The Gardener's Prayer

Thank you for my garden, Lord, and for each tiny seed

that sprouts and blooms so beautifully to fill my soul's true need.

Thank you for the pleasure, Lord, I find here on bended knee

for my garden's glory surely is a blessing sent from Thee.

I see Your love reflected in the color of every bloom;

a rainbow of Your splendor in every tint and hue.

Each tiny, dew-drop coated bud a promise of Your love,

nurtured by warm, summer sun You send from up above.

I thank You for the gentle rain that that feeds the dry, parched earth

and freshens air and leaf and tree and gives each one new birth .

I thank You for the gentle breeze that bends each petaled head

and gently carries butterflies throughout my flower bed.

I ask You for Your Blessing, Lord, upon my little plot of land,

may it grow and flourish guided by Your hand.

Thank you for the pleasure, Lord, I find here on bended knee,

and in each flower that blossoms as a blessing sent from Thee.

Poem: A Farmer's Prayer

A Farmer's Prayer
by JM Kenyon

Make sunrise early and the sunset wait;
make summer early and the winter late!
Allow the crops to sprout and thrive
and give me hope to man the drive.

Please let the raindrops fall at night
and keep the ground firm in daylight.
Make all my callouses a bit more tough
when times are hard and life gets rough.

Please, bless the plow that parts the furrow
and earth in which our hopes shall burrow.
Supply enough of sweat and blood
to drive on when bad luck should flood.

Dear Lord, I ask you bless the seeds
and spare them from the choke of weeds.
Help them arise from in the ground
and bear enough to go around.

But most of all...

Please keep my spirit in your palm
my will intact, my body strong,
my family close, my faith untaxed,
my heartbeats tight, my laughs relaxed!

Poem: Relationship of Mother and Daughter

Relationship of Mother and Daughter
by Anonymous

You can see it in their eyes,
in tender hugs and long good-byes,
a love that only moms and daughters know.

You can see it in their smiles,
through passing years and changing styles,
a friendship that continually seems to grow.

You can see it in their lives,
the joy each one of them derives,
in just knowing that the other one is there...

To care and to understand,
lend an ear or hold a hand,
and to celebrate the memories they share.

Poem: Garden Magic

Garden Magic

by Mary Nettleton Carroll

This is the garden's magic,
That through the sunny hours
The gardener who tends it,
Himself outgrows his flowers.

He grows by gift of patience,
Since he who sows must know
That only in the Lord's good time
Does any seedling grow.

He learns from buds unfolding,
From each tight leaf unfurled,
That his own heart, expanding,
Is one with all the world.

He bares his head to sunshine,
His bending back a sign
Of grace, and ev'ry shower becomes
His sacramental wine.

And when at last his labors
Bring forth the very stuff
And substance of all beauty
This is reward enough.

Poem: Will to Live

Will to Live

by Mary Triplett

I think of all things that show a zest
For life, the dandelion beats the rest.
The little winged seeds from its white fluff ball
Settle and grow with no urging at all.
Settle in most unlikely places
And soon there's a crop of dandelion faces.

They are man's worst pest, but a child's playthings.
Sometimes I wish I had light down wings
Like a dandelion seed, and could settle at will
On a velvety lawn or a sun-spread hill,
And live with the eagerness and zest
Of the wanton little dandelion pest.

Poem: Prayer in a Garden

Prayer in a Garden

by Eva Sparks Taylor

Today the world seemed cruel, but evening hours
Were filled with perfume from forgotten flowers.

I saw again familiar filigree
Of moonlight through my lacy Lilac tree;
I heard the robins stirring in their nest;
And saw the path that fairy feet had pressed;
Reflected stars were in my garden pool;
On my warm face the breeze was kind and cool.

The silence seemed to speak, my head was bowed,
Then ramblers that had grown into a cloud
Lifted my eyes that, tear-washed, now could see
The beauty that today was lost to me.

Dear God, who is so near to flowers, and birds,
Be nearer still, as I shall search for words
To thank Thee for the blessings night revealed,
Which through the day discouragement concealed.

Poem: I Meant To Do My Work Today

I Meant To Do My Work Today

by Richard LeGallienne

I meant to do my work today,
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.
And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand,
So what could I do but laugh and go?

Poem: I Took His Hand and Followed

I found this poem here and really like it!

I Took His Hand and Followed
Mrs. Roy L. Peifer

My dishes went unwashed today,

I didn't make the bed,

I took his hand and followed

Where his eager footsteps led.

Oh yes, we went adventuring,

My little son and I...

Exploring all the great outdoors

Beneath the summer sky

We waded in a crystal stream,

We wandered through a wood...

My kitchen wasn't swept today

But life was gay and good.

We found a cool, sun-dappled glade

And now my small son knows

How Mother Bunny hides her nest,

Where jack-in-the-pulpit grows.

We watched a robin feed her young,

We climbed a sunlit hill...

Saw cloud-sheep scamper through the sky,

We plucked a daffodil.

That my house was neglected,

That I didn't brush the stairs,

In twenty years, no one on earth

Will know, or even care.

But that I've helped my little boy

To noble manhood grow,

In twenty years, the whole wide world

May look and see and know.

Poem: If Prophet Muhammad (SAW) Visited you?

Received from a homeschooling mailing list.

If Prophet Muhammad (SAW) Visited you?

I wonder...

If Prophet Muhammad (SAW) visited you
Just for a day or two,
If he came unexpectedly,
I wonder what you'd do?
I know you'd give your nicest room,
To such an honored guest,
And you would be honored to serve your very best.

You would try to be the very best,
Cause you’re glad to have him there,
and that serving him within your home
Would be a joy without compare.

Bu when you see him coming,
Would you meet him at the door
With your arms outstretched in welcome,
To your blessed visitor?

Or would you have to change your clothes
before you let him in?
Or hide some magazines and put
Qur’an where they had been?

Would you still watch all those movies,
from upon your T.V. set?
Or would you quickly switch it off,
Before he gets upset.

Would you turn off the radio,
And hope he had not heard?
And wish that you'd not uttered
your last, loud hasty word?

Would you hide your worldly music,
And take out your Hadith books?
Could you let him walk right in,
Or would you rush about?

And I wonder if the Prophet (SWT) spent, a day or two with you,
Would you still go on doing all the things you always do?
Would you go right on and say the things You always, always say?
Would life for you continue as it does from day to day?

Would your family conversations,
Keep up their usual pace?
And would you find it hard each meal,
To say a table grace?

Would you keep up each and every prayer?
Without putting on a frown?
And would you always jump up early,
For Fajr prayer at dawn?

Would you sing the songs you always sing?
And read the books you read?
And let him know the things on which,
Your mind and spirit feed?

Would you take the Prophet with you,
Everywhere you plan to go?
Or would you maybe change your plans,
Just for a day or so?

Would you be glad to have him meet your very closest friends?
Or would you hope they stay away,
Until his visit ends?

Would you be glad to have him stay,
Forever on and on?
Or would you sigh with great relief,
When he at last was gone?

It might be interesting to know,
The things that you would do.
If Muhammad(SAW) came one day,
To spend some time with you