From all the books, to all the nooks, I can’t believe it’s the end. From all the grades, to all the spades, I think I’ve made some friends. My teachers this year, makes me tear,when I have to leave. But this chance, made me glance, and my heart I have to heave. The Valentines party was really heart-y and the stone soup has me in a loop. The spelling bee filled me with glee and the groups I know, will never blow. But my favorite thing, is what I have to leave in spring. This grade will always be in my heart, from the the end and to the start.