April and poetry just go together.

If you have students working on poetry projects or you are reading poetry and find a good one, email me and I will post it here and send it out.

I pulled poetry books this morning for a 3rd grade class and found this one:

Just before Springtime

The birds are still out of town,
The branches are still bare.
The earth is still colored brown.
I don't care!
I don't care!
I can smell the green smell in the air-it comes
Just before springtime.

The wind still bends my head low.
Slush sloshes my boots.
Everyone's talking more snow.
I hear flutes!
I hear flutes!
It's the music that says, World wake up-it comes
Just before springtime.

The ground hog's shadow was long.
Bad winter in store.
That ground hog legend is wrong.
I know more!
I know more!
There's a sweetness that licks at my mouth,
And it tastes not of North, but of South.
There's a vision that fills up my eyes
With wings making waves in warm skies.
There'a  a softness that writes on my skin
The announcement that spring's coming in.
Earth-bird-tree
I am you.
You are me.
We are one!
We are one!
In that gentle moment that comes
Just before springtime.

Judith Viorst
If I were in charge of the world (1981)