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Administrative Offices of Hull Public Schools
180 Harborview Road, Hull, MA 02045



Poem by Sherrie Ball, inspired by unknown heroes:

This Is The Dream

By Diane Shore and Jessica Alexander

These are the fountains that stand in the square, and the black-and-white signs say who will drink where.

These are the buses- a dime buys a ride, but the people are sorted by color inside.

These are the restaurants where “WHITES ONLY” eat at tables up front and at lunch-counter seats.

These are the libraries, two separate sections, with separate bookcases and separate selections.

These are the doors that are closed in the schools, and “separate but equal” is not just a rule but a law that’s enforced on the buses and trains and in theaters, rest rooms, department-store chains, and in libraries, hospitals- all public places, dividing up people by colors and races with harsh written words that are slapped on the walls, denying both freedom and justice for all.

These are the students who step through the doors where people of color have not walked before.

These are the passengers, on weary feet, walking until they can choose their own seat.

These are the diners who sit and who wait at the “WHITES ONLY’ counter, ignoring the hate.

These are the marchers who forge through the street as they carry their message through shimmering heat.

These are the leaders who powerful voices lift up the marchers demanding new choices for fair-paying jobs and a good education to vote without fear and to live in a nation where everyone’s equal and judged from within, never jailed or arrested because of their skin; fighting firm without fists, sitting down, standing tall, pressing onward toward freedom and justice for all.

This is the fountain that stands in the square, and the unwritten rule is to take turns and share.

 This is the bus that roars through the streets, and all of the passengers choose their won seats.

This is the restaurant where, up in the front, the black-and-white sign says “OPEN FOR LUNCH.”

This is the library, books wall to wall free to be read- not by some but by all.

This is the school where the doors open wide, and the children are learning together inside about students and marchers and leaders who fought to make right what was wrong. Without violence they sought to make changes together, establish new laws. With many small triumphs they strengthened their cause as they sat at the counters and rode through the stations and gathered up hands as they marched through the nation; with courage they rallied and answered the call…

Dreaming of freedom and justice for all.

My Shadow
Robert Louis Stevenson

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.

The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow-
Not all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an India-rubber ball,
And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all.

He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see;
I'd think shame  to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!

One morning, very early, berfore the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup:
Buy my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.

Due April 3rd, 2017
The Spelling Bee

Do you know a spelling Bee?
I know one well and vow that she
can spell the names of all the flowers
whose sweet nectar she devours.
I took this Spelling Bee with me
and brought her to a spelling bee.
I said,"This way the world can tell
that you, the Spelling Bee, can spell!
She spelled'Petunia." Quite divine!
and with "Dahlia" she did fine.
The she missed both "Thigh" and "Thumb,"
but quickly spelled "Chrsanthemum."
So I found out that Spelling Bees
cannot spell all words with ease.
For flower names, the spell each one,
but ohter words? They know none.

Due March 27th, 2017
The Grumble Family

There's a family nobody likes to meet;
They live, it is said, on complaining Street
In the city of Never-Are-Satisfied
The River of Discontent beside.
The growl at that and they growl at this;
Whatever comes, there is something amiss;
And whether their station be high or humble,
They all are known by the name of Grumble.

The weather is always too hot or cold;
Summer and winter alike they scold.
Nothing goes right with the folks you meet
Down on that gloomy complaining Street.
They growl at the rain and they growl at the sun;
In fact, their growling is never done.
And if everything pleased them
There is never a doubt
They'd growl that they's nnothing to grumble about.
But the strangest thing is that not one of the same
Can be brought to acknowledge his family name;
For never a Grumbler will own that he
Is connected with it all, you see.
The worst thing is that if anyone stays
Among them too long, he will learn their ways;
And before he dreams of the the terribe jubmle,
He's adopted into the family of Grumble.

And so it were wisest to keep our feet
From wondering into Complaining Street;
And never to growl, whatever we do,
Lest we be mistaken for Grumblers, too.

Let us learn to walk with a smile and a song,
No matter if things do sometimes go wrong;
And then, be our station high or humble,
We'll never belong to the family of Grumble!

Due March 20th, 2017

12 Powerful Words Poem

Trace y steps as I follow my path
For finding the answer to a problem in Math.

Analyze means to break apart
To find mistakes it's a great way to start.

To Infer you read between the lines
The author invites you to read his mind.

Judge is the meaning of Evaluate
Is it right or wrong? Decide its fate!

Sometimes they ask you to Formulate
An anwer is what you must create.

Describe means to tell all about
So about your answer, there is no doubt.

Back up with detalis is to Support
That way your answer could stand up in court!

Tell how is always the way to Explain
Leave nothing out so there's no room to complain
To make it short, you must Summarize
Do it right and your score will rise.

To Compare, tell how they are alike
What is the same on a triike and a bike?

Tell how they are different is to Contrast
What is the difference between furture and past?

To Predict you must tell what happens next
To do this pay attention to clues in the text.

Due March 13th

Two Little Leprechauns

Two little leprechauns
Playing hide and seek
One named Zach
And one named Zeke
Up on a mushroom
Zeke did mount
One, two, three, four…
He did count
He opened his eyes and
Looked all around
Zeke was nowhere
To be found!
All of a sudden
From below
Came a squeak
Zack peeked down
And there sat Zeke!

Due March 5th

Where Monsters Can Grow

Beware of the monsters
Who dwell in the mind,
Who grow in the shelter
Of the shadows they find.

Beware of the demons
Who hide from the light,
Who only survive
When our spirits lose sight.

Those creatures can thrive
Where our knowledge is low;
They fill in the spaces
Of what we don't know.

Beware of the monsters
That cause us to hate,
To strike out in anger
When we can't relate.

For ignorance darkens
The mind and the heart,
and helps all our monsters
To tear us apart.

But learning and thinking
Will strength us so
We won't be the places
Where monstrers grown.

 Due February 13th, 2017
        -Kenn Nesbitt
Attention all students! Attention all kids!
Hold onto your horses! Hold onto your lids!
We have just exactly the thing that you need
whenever you've way too much homework to read.

The Marvelous Homework and Housework Machine
will always makes sure that your bedroom is clean.
It loves to write book reports ten pages long,
then put all your toys away where they belong.

This wonderful gadget will do all your math,
then mop up your messes and go take your bath.
The Marvelous Homework and Housework Machine
is truly like no other gizmo you've seen.

It hangs up your clothes on their hangers and hooks,
then reads all your boring geography books.
It brings you a pillow to give you a rest,
then brushes your teeth and prepares for your test.

This thing is amazing. I'm sure you'll agree.
It feeds you dessert while you're watching T. V.
There's only one thing this device will not do.
It won't eat your Brussels sprouts; they're, like, P. U.

Due February 6th, 2017

I've Turned into a Carrot
I've turned into a carrot,
it's baffling and strange.
Somehow, while I was sleeping,
I underwent a change.
Last night I was a human,
with head and hands and feet,
this morning I'm a vegetable
I've rarely cared to eat.

I look into the mirror,
and see I'm long and lean.
I have an orange body,
my hair is leafy green.
A further complication
compounds my current woe,
a rabbit is approaching...
So long! I've got to go.

Due January 30th

by Bill Staines

There are bridges, bridges in the sky,
They are shining in the sun,
They are stone and stell and wood and wire,
They can change two things to one.
They are languages and letters,
They are poetry and awe,
They are love and udnerstanding,
And they're better than a wall.

Due January 24th

If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you
And share with you its beauty
On the days you're feeling blue.

If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own;
A place to find serenity,
A place to be alone.

If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea,
But all these things, I'm finding,
Are impossible for me.

I cannot build a mountain
Or catch a rainbow fair,
But let me be what I know best,
A friend who's always there.

(Due January 17th)

Ballad of Birmingham

(On the bombing of a church in Birmingham, Alabama, 1963)

Dudley Randall


“Mother dear, may I go downtown

Instead of out to play,

And march the streets of Birmingham

In a Freedom March today?”



“No, baby, no, you may not go,

For the dogs are fierce and wild,

And clubs and hoses, guns, and jails

Aren’t good for a little child.”


“But, mother, I won’t be alone,

Other children will go with me,

And march the streets of Birmingham

To make our country free.”


“No, baby, no, you may not go,

For I fear those guns will fire,

But you may go to church instead

And sing in the children’s choir.”


She has combed and brushed her night-dark hair,

And bathed rose petal sweet,

And drawn white gloves on her small brown hands,

And white shoes on her feet.


The mother smiled to know her child,

Was in a sacred place,

But that smile was the last smile

To come upon her face.


For when she heard the explosion,

Her eyes grew wet and wild.

She raced through the streets of Birmingham

Calling for her child.

(Either poem, due January 10th)

The Cat I've Got

The cat I've got is really shy.
That's how she is. I don't know why.
She hides under towels on the very top shelf
Of the bathroom closet, all be herself.
And she won't come out when friends stop by.
The cat I've got is really shy.
But when we're alone, then she doesn't hide.
She jumps on my bed, and she sleeps at my side.
She nuzzles and cuddles, and huggles and purrs.
With that special cat motor sound of hers.
But when the morning comes around,
She sneaks away without a sound.
She goes under the towels in the closet up high.
The cat I've got is really shy.


Little Beau James ws as tall as my knees,
As I stood there in line with my ten groceries.
Little Beau James stood in line with his Dad.
They were in front of me with the groceries they had.
We were bored. We were waiting, not saying a thing...
Then Little Beau James... he decided to sing.
He sang up a storm full of songs with no names!
His fatheer said. "Not in the grocery store, James.
Please James, don't sing, just wait here quietly!
Please! Not so loud! They're all looking at me!
I'm getting embarrassed!" said the Dad in the store.
But James didn't stop.  He just sang more and more.
Then finally they got to the head of the line.
His Dad bought his stuff while I unloaded mine.
Then his Dad grabbed his grocereies and pulled James along.
Goodbye Little Beau James... and thanks for the song.

Ants in the Lunchroom

Appearing this morning exactly at nine
they entered our lunchroom and mustered a line.
They seemed to be dancing, or whistling a tune,
then ran out the door with a fork and a spoon.

They quickly came back for a knife and a plate,
not bothered at all by the size or the weight.
They grabbed all the glasses and cups they could find
They bagged every bowl, leaving nothing behind.

They worked through the morning, till mid-afternoon,
and carried off every last saucer and spoon.
They searched every shelf and they emptied each drawer,
then pilfered the  platters and dashed out the door.

They put on a truly impressive display
until they were finished and wandered away.
Although we were puzzled, we had to conclude
those ants were no dummies; they left all the food.

My Brother shaved His Teddy Bear

My brother shaved his Teddy Bear
about a year ago,
he did a very thorough job
and stripped it, head to toe.
He acted sort of suddenly,
entirely on a whim.
It sounds a bit unusual...
it's normal though, for him.

Before my brother shaved it,
it was quite a handsome bear,
but now it looks pathetic
and appears beyond repair.
Its fur was soft and velvety,
luxurious and long.
He thought it would grow back again-
it looks like he was wrong.

I don't like doing homework,
I know that it will bore me.
But now I am much happier
'Cause Freddie does it for me!

He greets me at the door each day
When I come home from school.
He just can't wait to read my books-
I think that's pretty cool!

I give him all my homework,
Like history and math.
And when he's done I give him
A nice warm bubble bath.

My grades are so much better now,
Which makes my parents glad.
Freddie is the smartest dog
That I have ever had!

        by Jane Yolen

What is it about homework
That makes me want to write,
My Great Aunt Myrt to thank her for
The sweater that's too tight?

What is it about homework
That makes me pick up socks,
That stink from days and days of wear,
Then clean the litter box?

What is it about homework
That makes me volunteer,
To take the garbage out before,
The bugs and flies appear?

What is it about homework
That makes me wash my hai,r
And take an hour combing out
The snags and tangles there?

What is it about homework?
You know, I wish I knew,
Cause nights when I've got homework
I've got much too much to do!


I know that clouds aren't people,
but theyr're looking glum today.
So I say that they are pouting,
as I watch the sky turn gray.
Now, the sky is not a person,
but I feel its raindrop tears.
So I say that it is crying,
and then the sun appears.
The sun is not a person,
but its warmth spreads like a grin.
So I say the sun is smilling,
and the sky cheers up again.

by Lill Pluta
An onomatopoeia
is a very special thing.
It's a word like quack or flutter,
or oink or boom or zing.
It sounds just like its meaning,
for example snort or hum.
It's the crash and clang of cymbals,
and the rat-a-tat of drums.
It's the clatter and the plip-plops,
and the beeps and bonks and chirps.
It's the mumbles and the rumbles,
and the rattles and the burps.
It's the hissing and the buzzing,
and the giggles and the moos.
And on a spooky moonlit night,
it is a scary BOO!

Science Homework

I hope that you believe me,
for I wouldn't tell a lie.
I cannot turn my science homework in and this is why:
I messed up the assignment
that you gave me yesterday.
It burbled from its test tube
and went slithering away.
It wriggled off the table,
and it landed with a splat,
convulsed across my bedroom floor
and terrorized the cat.
It shambled down the staricase
with a horrid glorping noise.
It wobbled to the family room
and gobbled all my toys.
It tumbled to the kitchen
and digested every plate.
That slimy blob enlarged with every item that it ate.
It writhed around the living room,
digesting lamps and chairs,
then snuck up on our napping dog
and caught him unawares.
I came to school upset today.
My head's in such a fog.
But this is my excuse:
You see my homework ate my dog.

Substitute Teacher
(due 10/25)
Today we had a substitute.
She wasn't sweet.
She wasn't cute.
Her hair could scare a ghastly ghost.
Her breath could turn bread into toast.
She barely fit inside the door
And looked much like a dinosaur.
Each time she spoke the windows shook,
And when she read she broke the book.
She didn't have a lesson plan
But walked like an orangutan.
And if someone would misbehave,
Her screams could start a tidal wave.
But if you think that SHE'S a creature
Wait until you meet our REGULAR teacher.

Hyperbole Cafe
by Lill Pluta

Welcome to our restaurant
Where every thing's gigantic.
A hundred waiters hold one dish.
Our kitchen can get frantic.
Our soup is deeper than the sea.
Our noodles stretch a mile.
The bread is longer than a train.
It's sure to make you smile.
We pile our peas up montain high.
One cookie hides the moon.
We pour our iced tea into boats.
We hope you'll visit soon.
by Lill Pluta

The Metaphor Family
by Lill Pluta

My brother is a dragon.
My mom's a teddy bear.
I am a shaggy sheepdog with a ton of tnagled hair.
My father is a monkey.
He likes to make us laugh,
especially my sister, who is a tall giraffe.
We are a busy family with many things to do.
Our home is always happy,
but sometimes it's a zoo.

I Do Not Wish to Go to School
(due 9/12)
"I do not wish to go to school,"
insisted Sarah Sue,
"and Mother, if you make me,
I well eat a worm or two."

"Do you mean worms like these, my dear?"
her mother firmly said.
"I got them in the garden,
they're extremely long and red."

"They are both the very juiciest and plumpest I could find."
"I'm off for school," said Sara Sue,
"for I have changed my mind!"

Pick Me, Please
       by Kalli Dakos
Pick me, please,
I know the name
Is Hercules,

Ask me
Ask me
Just this once,
I'll prove to you
I'm not a dunce,

My hand
My hand
Is waving high,
Won't you catch it
With your eye,

My heart
My heart
Is beating fast,
Just waiting
For you to ask...

You picked me?

The answer...
I think...
I think...
I just forgot!

Saw my teacher on a Saturday
(due 9/26)

by Emily Mendoza

Saw my teacher on a Saturday!
I can't believe it's true!
I saw her buying groceries,
like normal people do!

She reached for bread and turned around,
and then she caught my eye.
she gave a smile and said "HELLO"
I thought  I would die

"Oh ,hi...hello Miss Appleton"
I mumbled like a fool.
I guess I thought that teacher types 
spend all their time at school.

To make the situation worst 
my mom was at my side.
So many rows of jars and cans.
So little room to hide.

Oh, please, I thought don’t tell my mom what I did yesterday!
I closed my eyes and hold my breath hoped she go away.

Some people think its fine to let our
teachers walk about.
But when it comes to Saturday's
they shouldn’t let them out.

by Lill Pluta
(due 10/3)
Black as words on printed pages.
Sad like tigers locked in cages.
Long as thread unrolled from spools.
Straight like legs on wooden stools.
Quiet as a school at night.
Happy like a bird in flight.
Tight as fuzzy skin on peaches.
White like dunes of sand on beaches.
Cold as scoops of frozen peas.
Fun like writing similes.