Oh, how I love nuts almonds and pecans walnuts and cashews and even those hard Brazil nuts that make my jaw hurt and my teeth break off and my head ache. By Tim, 10
By Marcia
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Also posted in ode, poetry, student, writer, writing
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Tagged Almond, Brazil nut, Cashew, food poem, healthy eating, nut poem, nuts, Pecan, Produce, Walnut
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My heart reminds me of the time when I saw a baby crying for its mommy’s milk. My heart is filled with black nights with bats all around me. My heart reminds me of the time I first learned to walk. My heart is filled with red hearts telling me to follow my dreams. My [...]
Because of the crushed house, Because of the pig, Because of the glass of Milk, because of the spinning Saw, because of the rock, The house fell down. So they bought a new House. They bought a car, A porch swing, They bought a grill, and they Bought a TV. The pig got on the [...]
Un Breve Paseo a Discovery Green El cielo era azul como un lago. La tierra era negra como una cueva, y el hielo era blanco como una ventana. Sí, había hielo, y yo estaba patinando en Discovery Green. El sol brillaba como fuego. Yo pensé que no podía patinar, entonces me agarré del muro. ¡Shwoosh! [...]
When the moon rises, apples and pears start dancing, and the spaghetti cries because it misses its sauce. When the moon rises, my stuffed bear dances with the puppy. Then they all start dancing. The blinds start moving and singing. When the moon rises, the couches and chairs talk to my mom as she cleans. [...]
I’m from the smell of strawberry muffins and blueberry waffles. I’m from the sound of the blue waves, from missing my cousin’s voice. I’m from laughter and every time we chased him around. I’m from the sweet sunshine that shines so bright. I’m from Christmas and nights when we just have fun. By Bria, 4th [...]
I wonder what kind of dog I will have. I hear the ocean. I see the beach. I want Christmas to come. I am kind. I pretend Christmas is here. I feel a thousand feet tall. I touch winter’s snow. I worry about my mom and dad. I cry for my mom when she is [...]
I love hot chocolate and when Christmas lights light up the Christmas tree I love holiday shopping and opening presents and snow on Christmas morning I love the smell of gingerbread men when they come hot out of the oven I love to make round snowmen with big tummies I love when Christmas lights light [...]
I watch my mom cooking away, her mind full of delicious recipes. I find her face full of concentration; my own, full of delight at the sweet smells wafting up my nose. I watch hungrily as she puts in the last ingredient and stirs it with a wooden ladle. She scoops it out into a [...]
If I were the dog, at Thanksgiving I would say: That chopped liver smells good. I hope they drop some turkey. I want to taste that. I think I see dessert. This is so noisy. When is it going to be over? I think I like everything here. I will just jump on the table. [...]
If I were a color, I would be the color of warmth. I would be the color of Thanksgiving. If you looked at the late sunset, you’d find me. I am the color of spicy gummy bears. I am the delicious brown spice. I am the color of deer and old burnt treasure maps. I [...]
I was born in Gamma’s house and every time I spend the night there she wakes up and cooks me sausage and grits. I have a nephew named Jaden who I play ball with. My favorite things to do are eat, watch TV, and play video games all day. My favorite video game is Teenage [...]
By jrwatson5
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Also posted in essay, memory, self-portrait, sports, story, travel, writing
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Tagged Camp Periwinkle, Houston, summer, Video game, video games
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I catch shooting stars with my tongue. They feel like sharp needles in my mouth, but taste like ice cream. I open my mouth and a beam flashes out into the night skies. Shooting stars taste like chocolate covered ice running down my throat like an avalanche on a cold winter day. Finally, it’s down [...]
Advice on Conducting Oneself, or Views On Natalie’s Future, From People Who Eat Snacks and Play with Rolly Pollies at the Same Time By the Kindergarten and First Grade Students Eat breakfast first thing. Because your stomach needs to have something. If you have leftovers in your stomach, you’ll throw up. Eat Toaster Strudel for [...]
