Category Archives: place

When I Moved

My memory is when I moved to Texas from England. I remember that we were in the airport and my mom, dad, and my sister started crying because they didn’t want to leave. They were all older than me and had more to say goodbye to than me. We moved because my dad got a job in Houston. In 2003 we moved, I do like it here, but I really loved England because that’s where I was born. I could smell my house even when we were in the airport. My memory is important because it is one of the most important things that has happened to me in my life. It’s a milestone in my life.

By Laura, 3rd grade

Photo by pauline tai via Flickr

Henderson Field

Top to Bottom: P-40 F/L, P-40K Warhawk

Image via Wikipedia

On that airfield are WWII planes
A famous field of WWII
Planes like P-40’s, P-51’s
And a few dive bombers
The field is named after Marine Major Lofton Henderson
Who died in the battle
In the airfield are soldiers and flew planes
In the sky
There is a command post
Where the general stays
The P-40’s stay there because that’s where they fought
For the Guadalcanal

By Jesus, 4th grade

 

Where I’m From

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Photo by kay.steiger via Flickr

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 grade

Midnight World

Nobody disturbs

a sleeping road

at midnight.

Nobody disturbs

the jewels of the

sleeping sky

at midnight.

When the sky turns black,

everything begins to sleep

until the sky spins red.

Everything is quiet

and peaceful

everything is gone,

only peace and quiet are still there

until the sky turns red.

That’s midnight.

By Hyunnsun, 9th Grade

Ice

Tangerine Sorbet Skies II

Ice poured from the atmosphere like rain pours from a cloud

but the tangerine skies remained filled with flocks of chirping birds.

Emerald grasses soft as clouds bend down as I sit upon them.

Not far away, the ocean shines like a thousand diamonds stretching out into the world.

Silence surrounds me; there is no sound for miles.

There is only the sound of the wind that whispers past my ears.

The strength of the breeze is incredible.

It rams me with a blazing cold.

For hours I wonder through this mystic land feeling as if I was alive.

By Felix

Photo by kodama via Flickr

Grandparents

The Mexican Hat Dance

Image by Umpqua via Flickr

I have never met my grandparents before, but my mom told me about them. She told me that my grandpa got milk from the cow and made it into cheese then sold it. She told me that they had lots of animals, like cows, pigs, horses, dogs, sheep, and goats. When my mom was little, my grandpa gave her a horse for her birthday. Her name was Star. My mom told me once there was a fox that was trying to get in the chicken pen and eat a chicken, but my grandpa saw it and scared it away. My mom looked in our closet to find a picture of Mexico that they took with the animals and my grandparents and my mom when she was little. First I saw a picture of a pig named Gordita, and she had piglets that he sold. Whenever there were baby chicks, cows, horses or goats, my grandpa would sell them. My grandma took a picture of the dog playing with the chicken. There was some stuff in the box with the pictures. There was a sombrero and a little statue of a Chihuahua dancing the Mexican hat dance. She put the box away and started thinking about going to Mexico. It’s a gateway to a lifetime.

by Christian, 4th grade

When I Become An Artist

When I become an artist
I will paint pictures of hot Houston summers
The days of construction and the banging
of a hammer when a house is being built on my street
The endless days of heat and people jumping
on the concrete without shoes
The different animals that creep and buzz at night
The people outside running on a cool morning and people walking their dogs
The birds chirping in the early morning and the sun
shining through the small cracks in the closed
window blinds when you wake up
The music of the ice cream truck—soft, loud, louder, soft again—
The rare dark, stormy afternoons
The cars driving by making a wooOOOSSsssh sound
The smell of not too much in the air

By Francie, 5th grade
[photo by Baky via flickr]

Your First and Last Breaths

On the grass
gazing at the clouds
in the day
not too sunny
looking up
my family is what I see
my best friends
ones I treasure
circulations, the cycles we go through
the feelings of kicking my first goal
saying goodbye to great friends
each shape
hanging up for each one of these
all mixed together
each a different seed
makes me what I am today
circulations, the cycles we are still going through
when we are born
all we see is darkness
when we die
all we see is darkness
these shapes are even flashbacks
from dark feelings and memories
first breaths of life.

by Amritaa, 6th grade
Inspired by Calder’s Mobile

The Mystery City

I hear the sounds of gangs fighting like red fire,
lobster and shrimp being cooked on orange, warm grills.
People being served at tables with happiness,
the loud sound of barking dogs that turn black,
sounds of footsteps walking through the night with sadness,
loneliness roams in the air,
gleaming light from the moon that the blind can see through the streets of Alabama.
The wind blows to make people fear the eye.
As the storm comes, people close their windows and doors to get away in fear.
As the winds pass, the city calms
so the midnight moon can pass once again.

By Valerie, 3rd grade
[Painting by Jacob Lawrence]

The Beach

Florida, Summer ’09
San Destin. Morning. Peace upon the beach:
hundreds upon hundreds of chairs in the cool morning
sand, the sound of waves softly hitting the shore, out in
the clear blue water boats are riding around on the
smooth calm waves, the sun just rising above the horizon,
pink and red filling the sky. There are no clouds on
this peaceful morning. More boats appear.
The waves become violent.

By Jake, 14
[Photo by AR Nature via Flickr]

The Dream

[Photo by Jiro.h via Flickr]

As I lie in the soft grass,
Feeling the gentle breeze

I look up and watch
The puffed white clouds drifting in the air.

I group the softest clouds together
And dream.

In my dream I see everything
Close to me.

I am in the middle of the road,
On the right side of me is Seattle
On the left side of me is Texas.

In the air
I smell the wild jasmine flowers.

I hear my best friend’s loud voice
Calling my name.

And in the blue sky
I spot my special memory of me.

Dreamily I hear my favorite music
Flowing through the air.

I wish this dream had never ended
But it did.

I opened my eyes slowly
A big smile on my face.

From now on, I thought,
This place is all to me.

Kirthy, 6th grade
Inspired by Calder’s Mobile