Mirror, mirror on the wall....

This week, we read "Mirror" by Sylvia Plath. This poem was, by far, the most difficult we've had all year. However, the students were up for the task and I was so impressed with how thoughtfully they discussed this piece.

I had brought in a bag full of slips of paper. Each piece of paper had an object written on it. The students had to draw a slip from the bag and writer a poem from the persona of whatever object they chose. There were some really interesting and wonderful poems. See for yourself:

Ms. Servin's 4th Grade Class

Apple
Anthony C.

I am hungry
I got downstairs
I am hungry
But there is nothing to eat
I eat a little fruit
It is red.
I sometimes play with it.
I pretend it is a baseball.
I throw it up and catch it again.
I do not like this color red.

Flower
Victor S.

I am white and different colors.
I feel the breeze in my face.
People step on me and use me to smell.
I am a gift to give to people you love.
Something to go to your garden and shine everywhere.
I can feel people's hand taking some of the colors
from my head.

Faucet
Gilbert D.

I am gray and very hard.
I am sad, thanks to water.
The water goes around until there is none.
I see a glass thing, still not knowing
what it is. I have seen it many times with a feeling.
Doing this is my job. Pull my handle
and you'll find out what comes.

Ms. McDermott's 5th Grade Class

Empty Box
Ricky R.

I am brown and old.
Look at me. There is nothing to see.
Unfilled, unloved.
Hopefully I will be full one day.
They look at me and still nothing to see.
I am now free, no longer thinking.
My own world.
It is time for me to be filled.

Mountain
Marco L.

I am happy. I am big.
I am beautiful.
People step on me.
I am tall.
Sometimes, I get sad because
not a lot of people come.
And I get sick because of the wind.
I can be seen from miles away.
People climb me.

Puddle
Georgia M.

I might wet you.
I am scared of the sun.
Everyone steps on me, day after day.
I don't like it one bit.
In the winter, I freeze.
My friends are jealous of me,
but I don't know why.
I should be one of them.
I think I am lonely
and lonely forever.

Pile of Leaves
Vladimir J.

I am green and sometimes yellow.
I get raked every fall.
I get put in a bag and thrown away
and squashed by lots of creatures
that are unknown.
I am always in the sky.
Everytime the wind comes and goes.
I am taken to an unknown place
where a young person picks me up
and says, "I will miss you when you go away."

Mr. Herbeck's 5th Grade Class

Baseball Field
Lukasz K.

I am like a diamond.
Nice and smooth.
Baseball players run on me
like they're rubbing my back.
Something round always falls on me.
Like grapes falling from the sky.
I hear something like I am famous.

Lake
Omar G.

I see sun, I see clouds.
I see people, I see rain.
I see sand.
I am like a long mirror.
I cause joy.
I make people cold. When it snows,
people don't come, but go.
People learn how to travel but not to walk.
I am deep like a heart.
People see me as a mirror.

Clouds
David S.

I am write and I am big.
I am like cotton candy.
I am surrounded by blue.
I don't know what to do.
I feel like a pillow.
I turn grey when I get mad.
I shoot out lightning because I am sad.
When I eat too much, I get full and leat out rain or snow.
When I sleep, I make thundering sounds.
I only wish I could touch the ground.
When the sun shines, I am blocking its way.
Kids get mad that they don't have a sunny day.
Then I meet a friend,
and I like who I am.

Ms. Kane's 7th Grade Class

Book
Sandra V.

I am sometimes real or fake.
People open me when they are bored.
Lonely on a table in the day, but
existing at night.
Now I am on a shelf with all my friends.
Waiting to get a home, and become lonely again.

Pile of Leaves
Antonio P.

Colors everywhere: red, yellow, green.
I am unimportant. A lump on your yard.
Pieces of me are claimed by the wind.
People sometimes jump all up on me for fun.
It's not fun. Not for me.
I am always in pain. Either suffocating in a bag,
getting stabbed by metal objects. The closest
thing I have to a friend is the ground under me.

Now I am soil. Animals live inside me
but don't appreciate me. Sometimes I get
so mad I bury them in me. Seasons
coming and going. I hate winter the most.
Frozen and alone without friends.
Hate and no love, pain and anger.
I hate everyone and trust no one.

Old Truck
Jasper A.

I am worn down from the years of use.
I used to be a brilliant color,
but now I am darkened and chipped.
I sit here waiting to have a magical
spark of life once again.
But I've started to lose all hope.
Still not all is dreadful.
I have made many friends.
I would trade them all for my old one, though.
I know I'll never travel with him again.
I know I'll never feel the road under me.
So I give up.

Wind
Monica R.

I am not visible.
I toss objects back and forth.
There isn't a place I haven't been.
My very best friend is the tree.
Sometimes I cause disasters.
I absolutely love the fall.
As I pass by, things fall down.
I'd like to say sorry, but I pass too fast.

Now, I am an eagle flying so fast no
one can see me.
I don't care if I run out fo breath.
I just keep on going.

Mrs. Weiland's 4th Grade Class

Old Truck
Mia R.

I have four doors.
It slams like a volcano
rumbling as loud as it can be.
I wish I could see the world.
I am write as snow falling from the sky.
The house is my friend.
I get sad when I am alone with no one to talk to.
When I am asleep, I think i am a person
walking down the street.
I love when people are around me.
And sometimes I am as dirty as can be!
I keep my owners warm.

Sun
Christian G.

I am bright and on fire.
I see all the planets in the solar system.
My favorite friend is Mercury.
My enemy is Pluto.
I wish I was half hot and half cold.
My purpose is to let people see
where they are going.
I also wish I could see more planets.

Clouds
Yasmin M.

I am fluffy and white.
I live in the sky.
I am there all night.
I am there all day.
I see people all day and night.
I love to move.
I feel sad that I cannot walk.

Mrs. Villa's 6th Grade Class

Clouds
(Forgot name!)

I am fluffy and big
high in the sky
cold and full
up in the atmosphere
people see me.

I wish to see the people
hear the cars
smell the fresh air
touch the ground.

Then fear grew
just when I shrunk
shrunk all until nothing.

Door Knob
Sylvia R.

I am cold. I turn warm when people touch me.
I can be made out of steel
or whatever you desire.
I feel like running away
so no one can touch me.
I wish I had legs to move around
and to feel the cold ground.
My fear is hands, filthy.
My purpose is to help you get into a room.

Fire
Daniel P.

There is no way to say sorry
I keep on going and hating
I fear the water, nothing else
Nothing but red hate in me
I wish I would stay forever
My purpose is to destroy and kill