3rd Through 6th Grade
3rd Through 6th Grade
by Jones LM
Mrs. Swails was fat and mean.
Mrs. Hartman was thin and sweet.
Mrs. Powers, I can only recall her name.
Mrs. McFarland was my sixth grade teacher.
She looked like Rita Hayworth.
She combed my hair for the class picture,
and she told me how much she liked
my Red Ryder tee shirt.
We were in love.
I remember the smell
of peanut butter and apples
and the slight scent of Shalimar
in
the
cloakroom.
Sixth grade rates high in this poem of coming of age.