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 food, 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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When I wake up on Friday morning there’s a dance in my step cuz I know it’s almost the weekend and I’m really full of pep I run out of the front door and all the way to school not thinking of my homework just feeling really cool I hope you woke up happy but [...]
When WITS writers teach a lesson, they don’t have to look far for inspiration. WITS writers understand that everything in the world is up for grabs when it comes to engaging subject matter. We encourage children to look at the world around them and pick objects and activities that resonate with what they like to [...]
O poem, you bring light to my dark world. O poem, you open my mind to different things. O poem, your words of wisdom are like a saint. O poem, you bring the gift of laughter to my family and me. O poem, each time I read you you give me a chance in the [...]
Drizzle, you are a salty block of ice, a soapy bubble on the window. I hear you shattering like a glass vase. I see you, a hollow hallway. You are a soft, fresh breeze of leaves falling on the hard, dull concrete. People insult you, saying you come to make kids miserable because they can’t [...]
I’m sorry I was never too nice to you Running after you in the hall Stomping my foot to scare you It never occurred to me that someday your time would run out And now you’re gone I thought it was okay Since you hissed at me And I would make it up to you [...]
This pen is perfect, Just right for my size. This pen is indeed perfect, But there is something I despise. The lid is cracked and The ink is running low. The pen is a little crooked. I guess it is a little old, but Otherwise everything is fine. This pen is my favorite With its [...]
Out of the dust, into the world, just to wait for another day, to come out and shine. Why do we lollygag, and wait for the world to approach us? Waiting for the future to fall out of the sky, and hit us on the head. Wishing there was another way to live. We are [...]
Who I Am Skateboarding The Sun I am a Seashell I Am Like a Flower I Am Somalia Yellow Map of My Heart The Red Hat Lady Ode to Friday The Moon Flower Power Cloud
As I look up at the stars, I see the moon, Venus and Mars. The stars start to cover the land, I want to hold one in my hand. As they lift me off the ground They spin me up down and around. As they return me to my house They’re as quiet as a [...]
By Becky
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Also posted in nature, poetry, writers in the schools
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Tagged Astronomy, Mars, moon poem, night time, planet poem, Planets, poem, star poem, stars, Venus
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Ode to Poetry Who I Am Skateboarding The Color Pink by Sarah Ode to Summer I am a Seashell I Am Somalia I Am Like a Flower Colors and Blah Yellow Spiral Poem Ode to Chocolate Ode to the Color Black The Red Hat Lady Cloud
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]
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 [...]
You’re ready for school but you still have 30 more minutes left so you lie down on the couch or sit. It is the longest 30 minutes of your life. Monday morning is like homemade play dough – you don’t really know what to do with it and it takes forever to wash off. By [...]
Lying in her padded home she blissfully waits and sleeps. Surrounded by rags and grease, she dreams of high B flats. She awakens to blinding light and just like a teenager pleads to sleep some more. But taken from her padded house and grease and rags she comes fluidly together. A few warm ups to [...]
