First Grade by Ron Koertge
I read this one at American Life in Poetry. I think that one could probably write a book about things believed at age 5. I like how Koertge has distilled this to a few (unconnected) items in the first stanza.
First Grade
By Ron Koertge
Until then, every forest
had wolves in it, we thought
it would be fun to wear snowshoes
all the time, and we could talk to water.
So who is this woman with the gray
breath calling out names and pointing
to the little desks we will occupy
for the rest of our lives?
