by Dave Crawley
It's not easy being the new kid in school.
Nobody knew me. I felt like a fool.
I missed all my friends, who were so far away.
I wasn't quite sure I could get through the day.
I couldn't help thinking I shouldn't be here,
wishing I somehow could just disappear.
A tap on my arm. Now who could that be?
Whoever she was, she was talking to me!
"You must be the new kid. We heard about you."
"That's right," said her friend. "What's it like to be new?"
More kids were stopping to ask me my name.
I started enjoying my moment of fame.
That was last Monday. The days have flown by.
I've made some new friends, and I don't feel so shy.
Now there's a new kid. Her name is Marie.
They're asking her questions like they did with me.
They ask, and she answers. They ask her some more.
And she's in the spotlight, as I was before.
I'll make her feel welcome. Yeah, that would be cool.
It's not easy being the new kid in school.
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Hey I read your poem and I really liked it, so I use it in my Poetry Project for school,I'm needing to resent this poem and I was wondering is it supposed to say cold,, or could in the first stanza, last line?
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Hi Renee,
DeleteI'm glad if you can use this poem by Dave Crawley in a school project. You're correct about the spelling of the word in the first stanza, last line. The accurate spelling is "could." Thanks for catching it, I've changed it. I like this one too!