“Boxes”
By Hazel Fosket-Hyde
Teacher: Carol Goyen, Cragmont School
Award: First Place, Fifth Grade Poetry
In my pocket.
I carry a box
The size of a nickel
Not shiny, nor dull,
The color of rust
It holds all my wishes
my dreams
and my hopes,
In that tiny box.
It jounces around with some poems inside,
Just waiting to be thought of
to be written or spoken,
just waiting
With the wishes
the dreams,
and the hopes.
All of us have one.
A box.
With poems.
And wishes.
Our dreams.
Our hopes.
All in that tiny box
Boxes,
What’s in yours?