146544004_d866d3e00fI am the air of the whole world.
I make the bells ring with their soft music.
When the birds lay eggs,
They feel me as the air and they hatch.
I am the raindrops that make the roses cry
Because they won’t dry.
I am wonderful.

I am the raindrop like a crystal.
I am the queen of tigers.
The tigers obey me.
They stare at me surprised.
I dance in the middle of the tigers
There, in a circle.

I am the sunlight.
I make the flowers grow in their colors.
I, as the sunlight, I get a piece of leaf,
And I eat it.
I am the rainbow.
The colors are emotional.
I have the power to give color to the world.

By Merari, 8th grade
[photo by janoid via flickr]

puppy love by nature visionsOne day there was a garage sale, and there were 6 puppies for sale. One of them was white, one was black, one was brown, one was brown and white, one was black and white, and one was black and brown. All of them were sold by 5 p.m., except for one little puppy who never got picked. He wanted a home so the garage owner said, “Go find a home,” and he let him go. The puppy looked all around town, and finally, he saw a man and his wife, with 2 kids, and a mama dog. The puppy ran up to play with the mama dog, and the family saw the puppy and decided to adopt him. They took him home and named him Weasel because he loved to chase his tail. It was the perfect family for him.

By Leslie, age 9
[photo by nature visions via flickr]

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When I was a very small
flint rock, I could see all the
whiteness about me. I could
see the moldy five boulders below
me, and one cracked one way off
in the distance. I’ve wondered
about that rock in the distance
for a very, very long time.
Where did he come from?
Is the crack there because
a bearded giant kicked him?
Oh, well. Guess I’ll never know.
But that life I was talking
about . . . my
whole life, to be exact,
that mysterious life will be
destroyed in a matter of seconds!
The rocks below me which
hold me up are tilting, ready
to fall. When they fall, I will
endlessly drop, too, never to
halt. But they do not fall.
They were just quaking off
dust. Everything is peaceful. A
wave of relief drenches my face.
Rocks in the distance, rocks below.

by Allison, 3rd Grade

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Today is the final day of the Summer Creative Writing Workshops in Houston. Students are performing plays and skits that they have written. In this photo Nick, age 5, plays the part of the Daddy Eagle, swooping down to protect the eggs. His group wrote a play called “The Magic Lantern.”

Lori Duron passes out anthologies to the proud, young authors.

Lori Duron Espinoza passes out anthologies to the proud, young authors at the Summer Creative Writing Workshops.

At the end of summer camp, the kids revise their best stories and poems and publish them in an anthology.

ataglancetop menilIf you visit The Menil Collection any time, now through Sunday, you will get 20% off the cost of any membership level, a free Menil t-shirt, free catalogue, and enter a drawing to win one of four $50 gift certificates to Hugo’s restaurant plus a free membership upgrade. If you’ve been thinking about joining, now is certainly THE time!

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Visit the WITS amazon.com online bookstore to see books recommended by WITS for teachers, parents, and students. We also have a section of our store dedicated to former WITS writers’ books.  By shoping at the WITS amazon.com store, a portion of your purchase benefits WITS!

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I like when it’s hot because
I can go outside and ride
my pink camouflage
4-wheeler. I zoom over
the grass like I’m in a
race. I play basketball
with myself, throwing
the ball up into the hoop.
If I miss, I just try again.
Sometimes when it’s hot,
I just sit inside on the
couch and relax. I ask
my mom to bring me a
Dr. Pepper and then I
settle down to watch
Hannah Montana. If
someone bothers me
while I’m watching my
show, I tell them, “It’s
ME time!” I like summer
in Texas even though
the mosquitoes are
horrible and the heat
makes me sweat!

By Jason, 8 years old
[photo by TheMuuj via flickr]

I hear
the air conditioner.
It flows like the
wind.  It calms me
to sleep.  When it
stops I wake up.
It no longer blows
through the vents.
I get used to
this stillness in
about 30 minutes.
I hear
my dog crying
at night.  I don’t
Know why he cries.  I guess
it’s his loneliness.  So
I call his name:
Chewy.  And he
stops and goes
to sleep.  Again,
stillness.

by Marco, 6th Grade

sleeping dog

photo by Vanessa Guzan via flick

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I am
Cooka-
Cooka.
I help
people
climb
to tall
places.
I smell
woody.
I look
like the
letter Y.
I have
thin
steps
on me.
I am
like an
escalator.
I am
Cooka-
Cooka,
Cooka-
Cooka!

by Chelsea, 2nd Grade

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