Fifth Grade Poems



The Cue I step into the spotlight that shines over me I hear the sound of thunder it's because of me I step out as a person that is himself But trying to act like somebody else I look down at myself all covered in costume I'm all made-up to be who I'll assume Someone speaks, I hear them talk it sinks into my head Then I let it disappear I'm an actor…waiting for his cue Alex P.