Somebody gave me a baseball with its unique color of orange. When you throw it, it feels like a torpedo passing by you with its wind of might! People can’t wait to ask about my baseball, one by one. Then somebody gave me a poem. By Dylan, 4th grade [photo by maybellineK via flickr]
People are chained to leashes. There are no golden M’s. No shoe shops or buses. No lost newspapers strewn in city sidewalks, plastered on bus windows, crammed under park benches. No lonesome coffee cups or green and black trashcans or black and grey cars or grey and white smoke drifting out of factories. I don’t [...]
Una mandarina anaranjada, como una cruz. Huele de la selva suave, el sol brilloso y por dentro, una flor jugosa. ~ A mandarin orange, Like a cross. It smells of the gentle jungle, the brilliant sun, and inside, a juicy flower. By Janet, 3rd grade [photo by Kyra Camili via flickr]
The buds of pansies blossom in the muddy field on a spring mountain, as a butterfly arcs over a blossoming rainbow The spring breeze picks up dark clouds roll in A fawn runs for cover A thin mist begins to rise Water beats down on the forest. By Grace, 4th grade
Oh mom, without you, I wouldn’t be able to get food. I also wouldn’t have anyone to play with. Without you, I wouldn’t even have my birthday. Oh mom, how wonderful you are. You are a wizard in the kitchen. You are a great reader. You cook me food. You play with me, you take [...]
My mommy and I went to the store and bought cinnamon bread. My mommy and I went home. When we got home we ate some cinnamon bread. My mommy makes me feel like milk and cookies. By Charlotte, 1st grade [photo by nOvk via flickr]
My bee’s stinger is a sharp pencil that writes stories about stinging. Her black stripes make the night come. Her buzz calls other insects to her when she’s bored. My bee’s legs are lollipops that steal nectar from flowers. Her fur is fuzzy fire to keep her warm in winter. At night she dreams she [...]
12 pale silhouettes dancing in a moonlit courtyard glistening under a gossamer fog. That is why the sky is blue. A rather odd remark. The silhouettes were clouds swaying in the moonlit courtyard of the sky. The low, gossamer fog danced, made blue silhouettes resembling the sky. The sky danced in the tall, pale cedar [...]
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They’re the darkest you’ll ever see. I don’t know how, but you can see hurricanes and tornadoes emerging, you can watch blue fish swim through the deepest rivers. Pay close attention, and you can see glass as it shakes from lightning. Don’t get too close, or you will see the whirling snow revolving around and [...]
I hear… girls laughing with deep voices like men. clapping like you’re at church. Lydia talking softly like rats at night. birds chirping like they are talking. hammers beating like a giant stomping. airplane vrroooooming like an eighteen wheeler. truck squeaking like a rubber duck. These are the sounds of the Third Ward. By Chelsea, [...]
Click above to hear Daazmen read his poem. Don’t sit down and watch TV all day every day. Go outside and play basketball with some friends and have a great time. Don’t stay home watching Family Guy or Sports Center and wishing you are that LeBron James guy or the next A-Rod or whoever. Go [...]
I smell paint, ……..water, …………….smoke, ……………………candles. I taste water, ……..sadness, …………….ink. I see blotches of ink and paint, ……..faces in doorways, …………….fires, ……………………numbers floating. I hear crying in the wind, ……..rain, …………….dirt, ……………………flames. I am in a city wrecked by a hurricane. ……..Trees I have known …………….blown over. Several houses ……..knocked down. Patches of grass [...]
Earth, teach me to fly like the birds And to love like them because they sing to everyone Earth, teach me to grow like the trees and grow up to make paper And to be tall like them so I can play basketball Earth, help me camouflage and hide like all the clever animals Earth, [...]
I am a person who stays in your head when I’m not there because I am the shield of a hero. Not the frail wooden kind that burns and splinters but the sturdy metal kind that stays on your side, used when needed. I play it safe. Unlike the sharp sword that cuts everything in [...]
Para el niño que no esta fuerte, amigo, levántate del sillón, y súbete a la montaña más grande del mundo, y yo te voy a esperar arriba de la montaña. Demuéstrale al mundo que tienes más fuerza que un huracán. No digas que no sirves para nada. Si tu quieres, te puedo dar mis manos [...]
