BABICA    

                                      Njene oči su tak
                                      gliboke i mile.
                                      One moreju z neba skinuti
                                      Vse tamne sile.
                                
                                      Ruke su joj nježne
                                      kakti svila,
                                      dok po licu ona
                                      mene dira.
                                     
                                                                             Lana Bistrović, 5.a




                                             OTIŠEL SI

                                    Saki dan mi ista
                                    misel po glave beži,
                                    iščem te, a tebe več ni.
                                    Hojdim se sikud,
                                    a nemrem najti pravi put.
                                    Naša stara lipa još tuj stoji,
                                    a ja po dnju sam sedim.
                                    Gledim med zvezde,
                                    i mislim na te .
                                    A moje srce još navek,
                                   TUČE ZA TE.

                                                                                  Matej Švaljek, 5.a


                                      
                                                HRAST

                                      Pri moji hiži stoji,
                                      prek sto let star.
                                      Čes okne ga gledim.
                                      Kmica je i veter puše,
                                      listje mu nosi,
                                      dvorište smeti.
                                      Štela bi da ga ni.

                                                                               Valentina Tkalčević, 5.b


                             



 
                                            ČRLENA ROŽA

                                        Črlena roža vu
                                        vrtu čuči i
                                        spi.
                                       
                                        Po njoj rosa curi
                                        a ona lepotom
                                        blešči.

                                                                             Anamarija Žun,  5.b