Monday, May 30, 2016
Friday, May 20, 2016
Spelling 5/23-5/27
- mislead
- dismiss
- insincere
- unable
- indirect
- mistreat
- disaster
- dishonest
- insecure
- unknown
- incomplete
- unequal
- unstable
- misspell
- disagree
- informal
- discover
- unwise
- mislaid
- disgrace
Poem of the Week
Wynken, Blynken and Nod (Selections)
The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe;
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew;
The little stars were the herring-fish
That lived in the beautiful sea.
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish,--
Never afraid are we!”
So cried the stars to the fisherman three,
Wynken
Blynken
And Nod.
The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe;
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew;
The little stars were the herring-fish
That lived in the beautiful sea.
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish,--
Never afraid are we!”
So cried the stars to the fisherman three,
Wynken
Blynken
And Nod.
Friday, May 13, 2016
Poem of the Week
Wynken, Blynken and Nod (Selections)
Wynken, Blynken and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe. --
Sailed on a river of crystal light
Into a sea of dew.
“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
The old moon asked the three.
“We have come to fish for the herring-fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we,”
Said Wynken
Blynken
And Nod.
Wynken, Blynken and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe. --
Sailed on a river of crystal light
Into a sea of dew.
“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
The old moon asked the three.
“We have come to fish for the herring-fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we,”
Said Wynken
Blynken
And Nod.
Thursday, May 5, 2016
Poem of the Week
The Muddy Puddle
I am sitting
In the middle
Of a rather Muddy,
Puddle,
With my bottom
Full of bubbles
And my boots
Full of mud,
While my jacket
and my sweater
Go on slowly
Getting wetter
As I very
Slowly settle
To the bottom
Of the mud.
And I find that
What a person
With a puddle
Round his middle
Thinks mostly
In the muddle
Is the Muddi-
Ness of Mud
By Dennis Lee
I am sitting
In the middle
Of a rather Muddy,
Puddle,
With my bottom
Full of bubbles
And my boots
Full of mud,
While my jacket
and my sweater
Go on slowly
Getting wetter
As I very
Slowly settle
To the bottom
Of the mud.
And I find that
What a person
With a puddle
Round his middle
Thinks mostly
In the muddle
Is the Muddi-
Ness of Mud
By Dennis Lee
Friday, April 29, 2016
Spelling List 5/2-5/6
- entry
- limit
- talent
- disturb
- entire
- wisdom
- dozen
- impress
- respond
- fortress
- neglect
- patrol
- kitchen
- forbid
- pirate
- spinach
- adopt
- frighten
- surround
- challenge
Friday, April 22, 2016
Spelling 4/25-4/29
- storage
- olive
- service
- relative
- cabbage
- courage
- native
- passage
- voyage
- knowledge
- image
- creative
- average
- justice
- detective
- postage
- cowardice
- adjective
- village
- language
Poem of the Week
Mosquitoes, Mosquitoes!
Mosquitoes, Mosquitoes,
stop torturing me,
why can’t you behave
more considerately,
you’ve bitten me practically
down to the bone,
mosquitoes, mosquitoes,
please leave me alone!
Mosquitoes, mosquitoes,
you’re hard to ignore,
I itch and I scratch,
I can’t stand anymore,
you’ve bitten my bottom,
you’ve bitten my top,
mosquitoes, mosquitoes,
I’m begging you stop!
Mosquitoes, mosquitoes,
I honestly feel
it’s time that you went
somewhere else for a meal,
you’ve bitten me places
I can’t even see,
mosquitoes, mosquitoes,
stop torturing me!
by Jack Prelutsky
Mosquitoes, Mosquitoes,
stop torturing me,
why can’t you behave
more considerately,
you’ve bitten me practically
down to the bone,
mosquitoes, mosquitoes,
please leave me alone!
Mosquitoes, mosquitoes,
you’re hard to ignore,
I itch and I scratch,
I can’t stand anymore,
you’ve bitten my bottom,
you’ve bitten my top,
mosquitoes, mosquitoes,
I’m begging you stop!
Mosquitoes, mosquitoes,
I honestly feel
it’s time that you went
somewhere else for a meal,
you’ve bitten me places
I can’t even see,
mosquitoes, mosquitoes,
stop torturing me!
by Jack Prelutsky
Friday, April 15, 2016
Spelling 4/18-4/22
- nature
- certain
- future
- villain
- mountain
- mixture
- pleasure
- captain
- departure
- surgeon
- texture
- curtain
- creature
- treasure
- gesture
- fountain
- furniture
- measure
- feature
- adventure
Poem of the Week
A Bug Sat in a Silver Flower
A bug sat in a silver flower
Thinking silver thoughts.
A bigger bug out for a walk
Climbed up that silver flower stalk
And snapped the small bug down his jaws
Without a pause
Without a care
For all the bug’s small silver thoughts.
It isn’t right
It isn’t fair
That big bug ate that little bug
Because that little bug was there.
He also ate his underwear.
By Karla Kuskins
A bug sat in a silver flower
Thinking silver thoughts.
A bigger bug out for a walk
Climbed up that silver flower stalk
And snapped the small bug down his jaws
Without a pause
Without a care
For all the bug’s small silver thoughts.
It isn’t right
It isn’t fair
That big bug ate that little bug
Because that little bug was there.
He also ate his underwear.
By Karla Kuskins
Friday, April 8, 2016
Spelling List 4/11-4/15
- salsa
- mattress
- tycoon
- burrito
- bandanna
- tomato
- poncho
- dungarees
- lasso
- patio
- siesta
- cargo
- vanilla
- tsunami
- iguana
- plaza
- caravan
- hammock
- pajamas
- gallant
Poem of the Week
Mosquito
O Mrs. Mosquito, quit biting me please!
I’m happy my blood type with your type agrees.
I’m glad that my flavor
Has met with your favor.
I’m touched by your care;
Yes, I’m touched everywhere:
On my arms and my legs, on my elbows and knees,
Till I cannot tell which
Is the itchiest itch
Or which itch in the batch
Needs the scratchiest scratch.
Your taste for my taste is the reason for these,
So Mrs. Mosquito, quit biting me please!
Mary Ann Hoberman
O Mrs. Mosquito, quit biting me please!
I’m happy my blood type with your type agrees.
I’m glad that my flavor
Has met with your favor.
I’m touched by your care;
Yes, I’m touched everywhere:
On my arms and my legs, on my elbows and knees,
Till I cannot tell which
Is the itchiest itch
Or which itch in the batch
Needs the scratchiest scratch.
Your taste for my taste is the reason for these,
So Mrs. Mosquito, quit biting me please!
Mary Ann Hoberman
Friday, April 1, 2016
Spelling 4/4-4/8
- lately
- settlement
- watchful
- countless
- steadily
- closeness
- calmly
- government
- agreement
- cloudiness
- delightful
- noisily
- tardiness
- forgetful
- forgiveness
- harmless
- enjoyment
- appointment
- effortless
- plentiful
Poem of the Week
My Brother’s Bug
My brother’s bug was green and plump,
it did not run, it could not jump,
it had no fur for it to shed,
it slept all night beneath his bed.
My brother’s bug had dainty feet,
it did not need a lot to eat,
it did not need a lot to drink
it did not scream, it did not stink.
It always tried to be polite,
it did not scratch, it did not bite,
the only time it soiled the rug,
was when I squashed my brother’s bug.
By Jack Prelutsky
My brother’s bug was green and plump,
it did not run, it could not jump,
it had no fur for it to shed,
it slept all night beneath his bed.
My brother’s bug had dainty feet,
it did not need a lot to eat,
it did not need a lot to drink
it did not scream, it did not stink.
It always tried to be polite,
it did not scratch, it did not bite,
the only time it soiled the rug,
was when I squashed my brother’s bug.
By Jack Prelutsky
Monday, March 28, 2016
Spelling List for 3/28
- duties
- earlier
- loveliest
- denied
- ferries
- sunnier
- terrified
- abilities
- dirtier
- scariest
- trophies
- cozier
- enemies
- iciest
- greediest
- drowsier
- victories
- horrified
- memories
- strategies
Poem of the Week
Praying Mantis
That praying mantis over there
Is really not engaged in prayer.
That praying mantis that you see
Is really preying (with an “e”).
It preys upon the garter snake.
It preys upon the bumble bee.
It preys upon the cabbage worm,
The wasp, the fly, the moth, the flea.
(And sometimes, if its need is great,
It even preys upon its mate.)
With prey and preying both so endless,
It tends to end up rather friendless
And seldom is commended much
Except by gardeners and such.
By: Mary Ann Hoberman
That praying mantis over there
Is really not engaged in prayer.
That praying mantis that you see
Is really preying (with an “e”).
It preys upon the garter snake.
It preys upon the bumble bee.
It preys upon the cabbage worm,
The wasp, the fly, the moth, the flea.
(And sometimes, if its need is great,
It even preys upon its mate.)
With prey and preying both so endless,
It tends to end up rather friendless
And seldom is commended much
Except by gardeners and such.
By: Mary Ann Hoberman
Friday, March 11, 2016
Friday, March 4, 2016
Spelling
There is no spelling list this week. We will be focusing on creating our
memory quilts and completing a writing sample of our personal opinion.
Poem of the Week
Bugs Bugs (selection)
Bugs! Bugs!
I love bugs,
yes truly I do,
great big pink ones,
little green stink ones,
yellow bugs and blue.
I put you in my pockets,
and I wear you in my hair.
You are my close companions,
I take you everywhere.
By Jack Prelutsky
Bugs! Bugs!
I love bugs,
yes truly I do,
great big pink ones,
little green stink ones,
yellow bugs and blue.
I put you in my pockets,
and I wear you in my hair.
You are my close companions,
I take you everywhere.
By Jack Prelutsky
Friday, February 26, 2016
Spelling
There is no spelling list this week. We will be focusing on creating our memory quilts and completing a writing sample of our personal opinion.
Poem of the Week
Who Am I?
by Felice Holman
The trees ask me,
And the sky,
And the sea asks me
Who am I?
The grass asks me,
And the sand,
And the rocks ask me
Who I am.
The wind tells me
At nightfall,
And the rain tells me
Someone small.
Someone small
Someone small
But a piece
of
it
all.
by Felice Holman
The trees ask me,
And the sky,
And the sea asks me
Who am I?
The grass asks me,
And the sand,
And the rocks ask me
Who I am.
The wind tells me
At nightfall,
And the rain tells me
Someone small.
Someone small
Someone small
But a piece
of
it
all.
Friday, February 19, 2016
Poem of the Week
Chocolate
C hocolate is so yummy to eat.
H aving it is a special treat.
O ne little bite of a Hershey’s Kiss
C an put me in a state of bliss.
O r
L icking a frozen chocolate bar
A s I take a summer ride in a car.
T otal pleasure is a chocolate treat.
E agerly I wait for chocolate to eat!
C hocolate is so yummy to eat.
H aving it is a special treat.
O ne little bite of a Hershey’s Kiss
C an put me in a state of bliss.
O r
L icking a frozen chocolate bar
A s I take a summer ride in a car.
T otal pleasure is a chocolate treat.
E agerly I wait for chocolate to eat!
Friday, February 12, 2016
5th Grade Spelling List
- tiring
- borrowed
- freezing
- delivered
- whispered
- losing
- decided
- amazing
- performing
- resulting
- related
- attending
- damaged
- remarked
- practicing
- supported
- united
- expected
- amusing
- repeated
Poem of the Week
The Wrong Start
I got up this morning and meant to be good,
But things didn’t happen the way
that they should.
I lost my toothbrush,
I slammed the door,
I dropped an egg
On the kitchen floor,
I spilled some sugar
And after that
I tried to hurry
And tripped on the cat.
Things may get better. I don’t know when.
I think I’ll go back and start over again.
By Marchette Chute
I got up this morning and meant to be good,
But things didn’t happen the way
that they should.
I lost my toothbrush,
I slammed the door,
I dropped an egg
On the kitchen floor,
I spilled some sugar
And after that
I tried to hurry
And tripped on the cat.
Things may get better. I don’t know when.
I think I’ll go back and start over again.
By Marchette Chute
Friday, February 5, 2016
Spelling List 2/8
- scrubbed
- listening
- stunned
- knitting
- carpeting
- wandered
- gathering
- beginning
- skimmed
- chatting
- shrugged
- bothering
- whipped
- quizzed
- suffering
- scanned
- ordered
- totaled
- answered
- upsetting
Poem of the Week
The New Kid on the Block
There’s a new kid on the block,
and boy, that kid is tough,
that new kid punches hard,
that new kid plays real rough.
That new kid’s big and strong,
with muscles everywhere,
that new kid tweaked my arm,
that new kid pulled my hair.
That new kid likes to fight,
and picks on all the guys,
that new kid scares me some,
(that new kid’s twice my size).
That new kid stomped my toes,
that new kid swiped my ball,
that new kid’s really bad,
I don’t care for her at all.
There’s a new kid on the block,
and boy, that kid is tough,
that new kid punches hard,
that new kid plays real rough.
That new kid’s big and strong,
with muscles everywhere,
that new kid tweaked my arm,
that new kid pulled my hair.
That new kid likes to fight,
and picks on all the guys,
that new kid scares me some,
(that new kid’s twice my size).
That new kid stomped my toes,
that new kid swiped my ball,
that new kid’s really bad,
I don’t care for her at all.
Thursday, January 28, 2016
Poem of the Week
Catherine
Catherine said, “I think I’ll bake
A most delicious chocolate cake.”
She took some mud and mixed it up
While adding water from a cup
And then some weeds and nuts and bark
And special gravel from the park.
A thistle and a dash of sand.
She beat out all the lumps by hand.
And on the top she wrote “To You”
The way she says the bakers do
And then she signed it, “Fondly C.”
And gave the whole of it to me.
I thanked her but I wouldn’t dream
of eating cake without ice cream
Catherine said, “I think I’ll bake
A most delicious chocolate cake.”
She took some mud and mixed it up
While adding water from a cup
And then some weeds and nuts and bark
And special gravel from the park.
A thistle and a dash of sand.
She beat out all the lumps by hand.
And on the top she wrote “To You”
The way she says the bakers do
And then she signed it, “Fondly C.”
And gave the whole of it to me.
I thanked her but I wouldn’t dream
of eating cake without ice cream
Friday, January 22, 2016
Poem of the Week
My Sister Ate an Orange
by Jack Prelutsky
My sister ate an orange,
I’m astonished that she did,
she swallowed it completely,
she’s a disconcerting kid.
My sister ate an orange,
first she chewed it for awhile,
then digested it entirely
with a silly sort of smile.
My sister ate an orange,
it’s a novel thing to do,
then she ate a yellow
and a purple and a blue.
by Jack Prelutsky
My sister ate an orange,
I’m astonished that she did,
she swallowed it completely,
she’s a disconcerting kid.
My sister ate an orange,
first she chewed it for awhile,
then digested it entirely
with a silly sort of smile.
My sister ate an orange,
it’s a novel thing to do,
then she ate a yellow
and a purple and a blue.
Friday, January 15, 2016
Poem of the Week
Homework! Oh, Homework!
Homework! Oh, homework!
I hate you! You stink!
I wish I could wash you
away in the sink,
if only a bomb
would explode you to bits.
Homework! Oh, homework!
You’re giving me fits.
I’d rather take baths
with a man-eating shark,
or wrestle a lion
alone in the dark,
eat spinach and liver,
pet ten porcupines,
than tackle the homework
my teacher assigns.
Homework! Oh, homework!
I hate you! You stink!
I wish I could wash you
away in the sink,
if only a bomb
would explode you to bits.
Homework! Oh, homework!
You’re giving me fits.
I’d rather take baths
with a man-eating shark,
or wrestle a lion
alone in the dark,
eat spinach and liver,
pet ten porcupines,
than tackle the homework
my teacher assigns.
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