I Remember
Javier N.
I remember the first time I opened my eyes, it was clear.
I remember the first day of school, I was shy.
I remember when I could walk.
I remember the time when it was my birthday.
I remember the first day at the beach and I was swimming and playing with sand.
I remember the first day of Christmas. It was the best Christmas ever.
I remember those memories. They were good memories.
I Remember
Philip D.
I remember when I went to my first Cubs game.
I remember the first time I learned to swing.
I remember the first time I was on a baseball team.
I remember when I got a D in math.
I remember when I first had outdoor recess.
I remember when I got hit with a belt and pretended to cry.
I remember when I broke our front window and was banned from using a soccer ball in the house.
I remember when I first went to Mexico, riding on the goats.
I remember I remember when I went to a fireworks store. It was awesome.
I remember when I was batman for Halloween.
I remember when I went on my first trip over 15 hours
I remember when I used to get wet when the pump was open.
I remember everything from birth until now.
I Remember
Monica R.
I remember when my grandma would take care of me when my parents were at work.
I remember falling off the motorcycle on my birthday.
I remember when it was my first day at Pasteur School and when I met my best friend.
I remember those rainy days, having to stay inside.
I remember my first doll and still having it now.
I can remember a lot of things, but that is what’s best about having a memory.
I Remember
Jose P.
I remember when I first went to Mexico.
I remember when I broke the car window and everything shattered.
I remember when I found 50 dollars.
I remember when I broke my hand and my bone popped out.
I remember when I played my first soccer game.
I remember when I played my first football game.
I remember when I made my first goal.
I remember when I made my first touchdown.
I remember the first day of 7th grade. I was nervous.
I remember when I first dove into 13 feet.
I Remember
Jazlynn V.
I remember the first time my sister was stung by a bee.
I remember the day I moved to a new home.
I remember the day my dad painted the living room, my mom’s room, and my room.
I remember the day someone stole my dog.
I remember the time I rode my bike.
I remember my first birthday party.
I also remember the day I had a baby brother.
I Remember
Jesus A.
I remember when I had my first day of school
I remember my first tooth.
I remember the time when my first tooth fell.
I remember I put it in my pillow and the next day I had 20 dollars.
I remember my first doctor’s appointment.
I remember my first communion.
I remember when I fell down the stairs and I fainted.
I remember when I saw blood and I fainted.
I Remember
Andrew C.
I remember my first birthday when my godfather got me a clown and a giant cake.
I remember when my brother was born I would always give him a hug when he woke up.
I remember when I got my first dog and he would always lick me when I was falling asleep.
I remember when I was on my first plane and we went to Mexico to see my family.
I remember when I hit my first baseball and it went the wrong way.
I remember the first time I wrote a poem.
I Remember
Weronika C.
I remember getting a sister.
I remember when I was little and fighting with my sister.
I remember the dresses I wore.
I remember getting my first rabbit, so white and so black.
I remember the little babies she had.
I remember playing with my sister.
I remember my mom having a baby
I remember going to school on the first day and crying so much.
I remember going to Poland, the fields and the barns.
I remember my very first dog. He was black, white and gold.
I remember going to the Grand Canyon, riding through different states.
I remember…
I Remember
Amanda C.
I remember my first day of 5th grade. Ms. Honchervich, my science teacher, yelled at me for putting my feet on the chair.
I remember the day I had my dog.
I remember the first movie I saw, Toy Story.
I remember my first day of kindergarten.
I remember the day I met my best friend.
I remember the first time she came over.
I remember my kindergarten graduation. Even the dress I wore under my dad’s shirt.
I remember my first F. Yesterday in science.
I remember when my sister taught me to color.
I remember when there was a girl in my classroom with the same name.
I Remember
Airetta
I remember when my sister pulled my hair.
I remember when I want to Columbia.
I remember when I got my dog, Snowy.
I remember my baby brother was born.
I remember I went into the deep side of the pool and never told anybody.
I remember when I got the Wii system.
I Remember
Annalisa S.
I remember when I cried because my mom said I could not get a stuffed animal.
I remember when I could not swim.
I remember when bees laid nests under the deck of the swimming pool.
I remember when my dad could dance.
I remember when I went to six flags and waiting in a long line for a ride and then got scared and left.
I remember when I built a snowman.
I remember the day my brother got glass stuck in him.
I remember when my living room was cleared out.
I remember we got my cat Boo because of me.
I remember my golden birthday but I don’t remember what happened when I was a little baby.
I remember when I built a car out of wood.
I remember when I built a birdhouse.
I remember the first day I got my best friend.
I Remember
Salina R.
I remember when we had a bird’s nest right above the light in our backyard and it caught on fire.
I remember when my brother got caught late at night in the park.
I remember when my brother took 20 dollars from my dad so he could buy some donuts.
I Remember
Diego S.
I remember when I was small I loved to go to school
I remember when I wanted everything
I remember when they bought me a play station
I remember that soccer is my favorite sport in the world
I remember when I went to the slide
I remember when I was holding a pencil
I remember when I started to watch soccer
I remember when I had best friends
I Remember
Mario O.
I remember the day of my communion. I was the same age as I am right now.
I remember the day I went to my first soccer game.
I remember the day I went to six flags.
I remember the day my great grandfather died.
I remember the day I rode a horse.
I remember the day my sister was born.
I remember my first birthday.
I Remember
Anabel V.
I remember the hotness of Texas.
I remember the lights always flashing.
I remember traffic so big and slow.
I remember the birds moving leaves.
I remember the sweet apple so sour of my mom’s.
I remember I always used to ask for a cookie.
I remember my mom’s soft pillows.
I remember the cats and dogs in the street.
I remember the flash of me.
I remember that everybody used to call me Texas girl.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
After Gwendolyn Brooks
My Mom Is Waiting for Me
Christian G.
My mom is waiting for me
We live with toys and food
She sits on the couch waiting
She smells like strawberries
The color of her eyes
Is the same color as the sky
My mom is waiting for me
My Cousin is Waiting For Me
Jose H.
My cousin smells
Like my uncle
He is 12 years old
His hair is brown
He always waits for the car
On Saturday
He is like a twister
Hitting our house
He ways for the car
On Sundays too
My Dad
Giovanni M.
My dad smells like bubblegum
My dad is the color white
Like the snow
And when it snows
I can’t find him
My dad
Mom
Andrew S.
Her hair is golden like pancakes
When she cleans the house
It looks like a million dollars
She smells like a plum
When she sprays air freshener
She makes the house smell like peaches
She cleans and makes it smell
Like peaches
Waiting
Silvia L.
He’s lighter than walnut brown
His smile is like his daughter’s happiness
I can smell his scent arriving
Before he does
He is the United States savior
I love him
The United States savior
And until he comes
We wait
My Mom
Gwendolyn M.
My mom is the best.
My mom has hair like a bright red strawberry.
Every day before I leave school
My mom smells like my grandma
My mom is the best!
I can’t get over her!
Brianna
Monica R.
Brianna is my cousin
I learned so much from her
Her hair long and dark
With a smile so bright and cheery
She always had a special book
A beautiful blue sea shade
Which kept all her memories
And a sample of her favorite perfume
I anxiously wait all year to see her
And when I do she gives me a big hug
As if it has been ages since we last saw each other
Even though she was as clumsy as a frame with no stand
She was always like my best friend
Brianna, my cousin, my friend
I Am Waiting for my Brother to get to the Park
Jose P.
I am waiting for my brother to get to the park.
We live on food and waiter in a 5 bedroom basement.
I am playing soccer with some friends
Waiting for him to walk around the corner
Of the block with my soccer shoes.
He is tall and has peach skin.
I care about him and it is wonderful
To see him with his peach-colored skin
And dark brown hair.
He is so tall and thick
I like seeing him happy.
She Was Really Happy That Day
Lizet S.
Her face was as red as a ripe tomato
My mom was laughing so hard that day
She was really happy
Which made me happy too
She was wearing her favorite perfume
Sweet coconut
She was really happy that day
A day she will never forget
The Worker
Sophia V.
My mom the worker
She works all day
Smelling like her Italian restaurant
My mom the worker
Her white and tan-colored skin
Her black suite dirty almost always
My mom the worker
Is like the president
Except a lot prettier
My mom the best of them all
My Uncle is Waiting for me to Come Home
Vladimir J.
My uncle is waiting for me to come home
When I arrive, I get the smell of my mom’s food
I see my uncle with a red deck of cards in his hand
He is like a money losing machine
I say hello to him and I sit down to play
I wonder, “am I going to lose or am I going to win?”
My uncle is waiting for me to come home
My Friend
Amanda T.
My friend is and
Always will be
My grandma
Every time I come
Home and hug her
She smells like
The cream
She is sweet as sugar
And soft like a bear
She is warm and fun
She always wears a brown sweater I love
We always make a sandwich
Then go outside to eat
And talk
My Sister is Playing
Crystal R.
My sister is playing
She runs, she plays and hits
She is waiting for me to come home
Her smile is as bright as the sun
Her skin is light brown
She waits and waits
For me to come home
My Mother
Lizbeth G.
My mother is in the blue window
I am coming from the school
I see her coming out from the door
She waits at the gray fence
I smell her perfume of strawberry and grapes
Her hair looks like a brown branch
Every time I smell the perfume
I smell her hair as she looks like
A bath of bubbles
My Grandfather
Omar D.
My old grandfather in bed
He is dying
Waiting to be taken
To the hospital
On his bed
I smell his old skin
Always telling us legends
And stories
As skinny as a stick
As tall as a door
Another loss to this world
My Papi is Waiting for Me
Natalia G.
My papi is waiting for me to call him
We see each other almost every Sunday
Or a weekday if I need something
My dad is in his big white van
Waiting for me to come out
So we can go somewhere
He is brown and clean
Like a shiney brown car
We go out to eat every Sunday
We eat hotdogs almost all the time
In a restaurant outside
I love my dad dearly
He is sweet and funny
With a shiny touch
He sings and listens to good music
I love him a lot
Waiting for me…
Ismael S.
Waiting for me lonely and cold
Every day waiting to see me
On his black bumper, working
Every day on it, every night
My uncle Mario sitting on his
Black bumper, waiting
For us to come and see
He is brown like a tree
The black on his dented car shines out
The cologne on him washes
Away other smells
His skin as a cats fur
I love my uncle Mario
Soft black hair
He sits on the street curb
That’s where it ended
Mom
Diana B.
My mother is crying
Cleaning the home
That has been occupied
For years
Looking out the kitchen window
My mom’s smile is yellow
Like the shining rays
Of the sun
Caring and loving
As she’s done the last several years
Of her life
Looking out the kitchen window
She looks like a red rose blooming in the spring
I love my mother
She is a wonder to have around
But not always easy to confront
She will love until the end
With her big red heart
And we will love back
Even if she won’t know it
Looking out the kitchen window
Christian G.
My mom is waiting for me
We live with toys and food
She sits on the couch waiting
She smells like strawberries
The color of her eyes
Is the same color as the sky
My mom is waiting for me
My Cousin is Waiting For Me
Jose H.
My cousin smells
Like my uncle
He is 12 years old
His hair is brown
He always waits for the car
On Saturday
He is like a twister
Hitting our house
He ways for the car
On Sundays too
My Dad
Giovanni M.
My dad smells like bubblegum
My dad is the color white
Like the snow
And when it snows
I can’t find him
My dad
Mom
Andrew S.
Her hair is golden like pancakes
When she cleans the house
It looks like a million dollars
She smells like a plum
When she sprays air freshener
She makes the house smell like peaches
She cleans and makes it smell
Like peaches
Waiting
Silvia L.
He’s lighter than walnut brown
His smile is like his daughter’s happiness
I can smell his scent arriving
Before he does
He is the United States savior
I love him
The United States savior
And until he comes
We wait
My Mom
Gwendolyn M.
My mom is the best.
My mom has hair like a bright red strawberry.
Every day before I leave school
My mom smells like my grandma
My mom is the best!
I can’t get over her!
Brianna
Monica R.
Brianna is my cousin
I learned so much from her
Her hair long and dark
With a smile so bright and cheery
She always had a special book
A beautiful blue sea shade
Which kept all her memories
And a sample of her favorite perfume
I anxiously wait all year to see her
And when I do she gives me a big hug
As if it has been ages since we last saw each other
Even though she was as clumsy as a frame with no stand
She was always like my best friend
Brianna, my cousin, my friend
I Am Waiting for my Brother to get to the Park
Jose P.
I am waiting for my brother to get to the park.
We live on food and waiter in a 5 bedroom basement.
I am playing soccer with some friends
Waiting for him to walk around the corner
Of the block with my soccer shoes.
He is tall and has peach skin.
I care about him and it is wonderful
To see him with his peach-colored skin
And dark brown hair.
He is so tall and thick
I like seeing him happy.
She Was Really Happy That Day
Lizet S.
Her face was as red as a ripe tomato
My mom was laughing so hard that day
She was really happy
Which made me happy too
She was wearing her favorite perfume
Sweet coconut
She was really happy that day
A day she will never forget
The Worker
Sophia V.
My mom the worker
She works all day
Smelling like her Italian restaurant
My mom the worker
Her white and tan-colored skin
Her black suite dirty almost always
My mom the worker
Is like the president
Except a lot prettier
My mom the best of them all
My Uncle is Waiting for me to Come Home
Vladimir J.
My uncle is waiting for me to come home
When I arrive, I get the smell of my mom’s food
I see my uncle with a red deck of cards in his hand
He is like a money losing machine
I say hello to him and I sit down to play
I wonder, “am I going to lose or am I going to win?”
My uncle is waiting for me to come home
My Friend
Amanda T.
My friend is and
Always will be
My grandma
Every time I come
Home and hug her
She smells like
The cream
She is sweet as sugar
And soft like a bear
She is warm and fun
She always wears a brown sweater I love
We always make a sandwich
Then go outside to eat
And talk
My Sister is Playing
Crystal R.
My sister is playing
She runs, she plays and hits
She is waiting for me to come home
Her smile is as bright as the sun
Her skin is light brown
She waits and waits
For me to come home
My Mother
Lizbeth G.
My mother is in the blue window
I am coming from the school
I see her coming out from the door
She waits at the gray fence
I smell her perfume of strawberry and grapes
Her hair looks like a brown branch
Every time I smell the perfume
I smell her hair as she looks like
A bath of bubbles
My Grandfather
Omar D.
My old grandfather in bed
He is dying
Waiting to be taken
To the hospital
On his bed
I smell his old skin
Always telling us legends
And stories
As skinny as a stick
As tall as a door
Another loss to this world
My Papi is Waiting for Me
Natalia G.
My papi is waiting for me to call him
We see each other almost every Sunday
Or a weekday if I need something
My dad is in his big white van
Waiting for me to come out
So we can go somewhere
He is brown and clean
Like a shiney brown car
We go out to eat every Sunday
We eat hotdogs almost all the time
In a restaurant outside
I love my dad dearly
He is sweet and funny
With a shiny touch
He sings and listens to good music
I love him a lot
Waiting for me…
Ismael S.
Waiting for me lonely and cold
Every day waiting to see me
On his black bumper, working
Every day on it, every night
My uncle Mario sitting on his
Black bumper, waiting
For us to come and see
He is brown like a tree
The black on his dented car shines out
The cologne on him washes
Away other smells
His skin as a cats fur
I love my uncle Mario
Soft black hair
He sits on the street curb
That’s where it ended
Mom
Diana B.
My mother is crying
Cleaning the home
That has been occupied
For years
Looking out the kitchen window
My mom’s smile is yellow
Like the shining rays
Of the sun
Caring and loving
As she’s done the last several years
Of her life
Looking out the kitchen window
She looks like a red rose blooming in the spring
I love my mother
She is a wonder to have around
But not always easy to confront
She will love until the end
With her big red heart
And we will love back
Even if she won’t know it
Looking out the kitchen window
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Movie Stars
Last week at Pasteur, we began a two-week lesson on Graphic Poems. We used the poem below as our example. The students worked to create poems about an object that they have fond memories of... something that is important to them. Then we discussed how two different art forms can collaborate to create something even better: poetry and pictures in this case. Well, you wanna see the results? Check out below! We had fun making this video to share. All of the students were very enthusiastic about making their film debuts. Turn the volume up... you'll want to hear EVERY word.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Graphic Poems
Click on the graphic poem to view it larger.
My students as Pasteur are working on a 2-week project where they create their own graphic poems. We read "The Giant Slide" by Ted Kooser last week. Unfortunately, I was unable to bring everyone beautiful, color copies. Here is the original graphic poem for your (and their) viewing pleasure.
Monday, April 28, 2008
I'm sorry. So sorry.
This Is Just to Say
Salina R.
I am sorry I hate your
Hot puff
But I could not help myself
They were just so delicious
So Much Depends Upon
Salina R.
So much depends upon
The show
Without the shower
I wouldn’t be able
To smell clean
It is yellow
And pours down
So soft
Next to the wall
This is Just to Say
Manar S.
I’m sorry for pushing
You in the mud
And which you didn’t
Want me to do
Especially on a rainy day
Forgive if you may
It was hilarious
So Much Depends Upon
Manar S.
So much depends upon
My wii
White and hard
So much joy
I don’t know what I’d do
Without it
This is Just to Say
Annalisa S.
I accidentally
Knocked the
Paint bucket
On your head
I am very sorry
And did not
Mean to
On the bright side
The paint
Matches your anger
So Much Depends Upon
Annalisa S.
I depend on awater
Water keeps me alive
It is a liquid
So white and blue
This is Just to Say
Carolina F.
I have eaten the
Strawberries so red
Which you probably
Were going to eat
On a picnic
But forgive me
It was so good
And sweet
So Much Depends Upon
Carolina F.
A book to read
It is good with
Pictures
And letters and
Too many sheets
To look at or write.
This is Just to Say
Noel O.
I have taken
The berries
That you have left
In the basket
You were maybe
Saving it for a snack
Sorry they were good
So Much Depends Upon
Noel O.
The oven
It is black
When I look it in
When it opens
It feels like a tub
With hot water
This is Just to Say
Monica R.
I have yelled
At you five
Or six times today
And you were mopey
All day
Expecting an apology
Forgive me
You were just
Annoying
So jumpy
So bothersome
So Much Depends Upon
Monica R.
So much depends upon
The beautiful blue lake
Crystal clear in summer
Beside the bustling city
This is Just to Say
Destini H.
I did not change
The baby’s diapers
And which I know
Will make the house smell
I could not help it
So stinky and liquidy
This is Just to Say
Philip D.
I hate your snickers
That were in your room
And in which you probably
Were saving for a snack
It was delicious
With its peanuts
And its nice thick chocolate
Coat
There is still some in my teeth
Thanks for the snack
This is Just to Say
Jesus A.
I have stolen
The money from
The room
Which probably you
Have saved to buy
Something
Sorry but they
Smelled so good
And I wasted it
So Much Depends Upon
Jesus A.
A white bright ball
Glazed with the sun
And touched by the
Shiny green grass
Besides watching TV
All day
This is Just to Say
Raudel R.
I have eaten the
End of the chips
That were in
The cheeto bag
And which you were
Planning to take
To school
Forgive me my brother
They were spicy
And heartwarming
So Much Depends Upon
Raudel R.
So much depends upon
A soccer ball full
Of life
Through the goalie’s net
Beside the fallen goalie
This is Just to Say
Yavana Y.
I have replaced
The flag on
Iwo jima with
Another
Which we are
Proud for
Placing on that
Day
My apologies but
I will make millions
So Much Depends Upon
Yavana Y.
The TV
Black and noisy
Glistening color
On the box
Beside the comfy red
Couch
This is Just to Say
Weronika C.
I have eaten
The tomatoes
That were
In there refrigerator
And which you
Were probably saving
For dinner
Forgive me
They were so delicious
So sweet and juicy
This is Just to Say
Trent B.
I have taken
All the chocolate
That was in
The freezer
And which
You were
Going to take
To my school
Forgive me
They were
So cold and
I was only checking
I there was poison
In them
I Just Wanted to Say
Jazlynn V.
I just wanted to say
I’m sorry for eating
Your fries
I also wanted to say
Sorry for being
Such a brat
I just wanted my blanket
And the fries
I couldn’t help myself
They were so good
This is Just to Say
Natalia G.
I have eaten
Your cookies
They were on the table
With a glass of milk
And which you were
Probably saving
Before you went
To bed
Forgive me
They were so delicious
And soft
And so hot
Right out of the oven
I am so sorry
This is Just to Say
Isacc L.
I have eaten the candy
Bar that you were saving
And which you were
Probably going to
Eat
Forgive me but
It was tasty
And sweet
Crunchy and nutty
Salina R.
I am sorry I hate your
Hot puff
But I could not help myself
They were just so delicious
So Much Depends Upon
Salina R.
So much depends upon
The show
Without the shower
I wouldn’t be able
To smell clean
It is yellow
And pours down
So soft
Next to the wall
This is Just to Say
Manar S.
I’m sorry for pushing
You in the mud
And which you didn’t
Want me to do
Especially on a rainy day
Forgive if you may
It was hilarious
So Much Depends Upon
Manar S.
So much depends upon
My wii
White and hard
So much joy
I don’t know what I’d do
Without it
This is Just to Say
Annalisa S.
I accidentally
Knocked the
Paint bucket
On your head
I am very sorry
And did not
Mean to
On the bright side
The paint
Matches your anger
So Much Depends Upon
Annalisa S.
I depend on awater
Water keeps me alive
It is a liquid
So white and blue
This is Just to Say
Carolina F.
I have eaten the
Strawberries so red
Which you probably
Were going to eat
On a picnic
But forgive me
It was so good
And sweet
So Much Depends Upon
Carolina F.
A book to read
It is good with
Pictures
And letters and
Too many sheets
To look at or write.
This is Just to Say
Noel O.
I have taken
The berries
That you have left
In the basket
You were maybe
Saving it for a snack
Sorry they were good
So Much Depends Upon
Noel O.
The oven
It is black
When I look it in
When it opens
It feels like a tub
With hot water
This is Just to Say
Monica R.
I have yelled
At you five
Or six times today
And you were mopey
All day
Expecting an apology
Forgive me
You were just
Annoying
So jumpy
So bothersome
So Much Depends Upon
Monica R.
So much depends upon
The beautiful blue lake
Crystal clear in summer
Beside the bustling city
This is Just to Say
Destini H.
I did not change
The baby’s diapers
And which I know
Will make the house smell
I could not help it
So stinky and liquidy
This is Just to Say
Philip D.
I hate your snickers
That were in your room
And in which you probably
Were saving for a snack
It was delicious
With its peanuts
And its nice thick chocolate
Coat
There is still some in my teeth
Thanks for the snack
This is Just to Say
Jesus A.
I have stolen
The money from
The room
Which probably you
Have saved to buy
Something
Sorry but they
Smelled so good
And I wasted it
So Much Depends Upon
Jesus A.
A white bright ball
Glazed with the sun
And touched by the
Shiny green grass
Besides watching TV
All day
This is Just to Say
Raudel R.
I have eaten the
End of the chips
That were in
The cheeto bag
And which you were
Planning to take
To school
Forgive me my brother
They were spicy
And heartwarming
So Much Depends Upon
Raudel R.
So much depends upon
A soccer ball full
Of life
Through the goalie’s net
Beside the fallen goalie
This is Just to Say
Yavana Y.
I have replaced
The flag on
Iwo jima with
Another
Which we are
Proud for
Placing on that
Day
My apologies but
I will make millions
So Much Depends Upon
Yavana Y.
The TV
Black and noisy
Glistening color
On the box
Beside the comfy red
Couch
This is Just to Say
Weronika C.
I have eaten
The tomatoes
That were
In there refrigerator
And which you
Were probably saving
For dinner
Forgive me
They were so delicious
So sweet and juicy
This is Just to Say
Trent B.
I have taken
All the chocolate
That was in
The freezer
And which
You were
Going to take
To my school
Forgive me
They were
So cold and
I was only checking
I there was poison
In them
I Just Wanted to Say
Jazlynn V.
I just wanted to say
I’m sorry for eating
Your fries
I also wanted to say
Sorry for being
Such a brat
I just wanted my blanket
And the fries
I couldn’t help myself
They were so good
This is Just to Say
Natalia G.
I have eaten
Your cookies
They were on the table
With a glass of milk
And which you were
Probably saving
Before you went
To bed
Forgive me
They were so delicious
And soft
And so hot
Right out of the oven
I am so sorry
This is Just to Say
Isacc L.
I have eaten the candy
Bar that you were saving
And which you were
Probably going to
Eat
Forgive me but
It was tasty
And sweet
Crunchy and nutty
Collage Poems!
Time to get "weird"... here are some non-linear collage poems. We created lists of several things and then used those lists to construct poems. I urged the students not to edit themselves--poems can be interesting when they are strange!
Collage Poem
Marisol Trejo
15+5 = 20. 20 is the times my mom has told me,
"Hurry up!" She is furious. Her face is hot pink.
Hot pink is the color of Mexico when the war is going on.
Then I hear somebody yell, "Madre!" It is my cousin.
Her hair is shiny like a diamond. She wants to go outside
but it is cold and we can't go out and play.
Collage Poem
Victor S.
In the country rats are in the sky. Monito,
they have called me from that apple seed I
planted and grew into an apple tree.
They said 12+12=24, your shirt is as red
as an apple. Then a yellow coffin came out
of the ground and the tree said, "say goodbye
to Lou Gehrig". I have been asleep.
Collage Poem
Corina S.
Flouds in Kankakee and all of the world.
The blue birds flying above the flood
and then came Dr. King. He didn't
feel embarassed. He was a very brave man.
He said 5/95=19. 19 whites liked the "I had a dream"
speech. Then there was a princess of all princesses.
She had a son and he was late for school. He forgot
his lunch because he was watching a movie.
Before the princess told him to turn off the TV.
Someone says her face was like a teddy bear.
Collage Poem
Antonia B.
Everyone was born on earth.
Everyone was depressed on the Great Depression.
The sky is blue.
After the Great Depression, everyone was excited.
The sun smiles at evreyone.
Scientists found out 5*5=25. My cousin calls
me coconut head. I gave my dog the food.
Collage Poem
Nadia N.
My heart beats confused like a green drum.
1*1=George Washington, the first president.
Lost in Florida, hearing words, "I hate you".
Feelings buildling up, breaking apart
into uncontrollable pieces.
28
Ismael S.
7*4=28 the day of love.
London is as black as a grim reaper.
I hear my nickname: HubbiWubbi.
While others say, how do you spell it?
The Revolutionary War has black written all over it.
But as I play football, I get tired.
But as I think, everything turns black.
Collage Poem
Gilbert D.
Gladiator wars fighting by the ocean.
some falling in and never come out.
2x2=4. 4 was the year they all fought. 2008 years later
we hear, "Ric Flair retires". A lot of people were
worried but I was not. My cousins scream
my nickname. They said that the house was red
and as big as a strawberry. The sky turned baby blue.
Collage Poem
John R.
In Alaska, there is no world war. So, the snow
is red and wonderful. My smile is as bright
as a thunderbolt strucken across the sky.
87+55=142 planted seeds and seeds grow.
For Johnny no longer is falling slowly,
for I have landed.
Collage Poem
Giovanni D.
When Martin Luther King Jr. died,
Pepe solved the equation 197*100=19700.
When someone yelled, "Come here this instant"
I fell and got hurt.
I went to Las Vegas to visit my friend
who thinks a rose is like a heart.
I turn red when I am lonely.
Collage Poem
Jose V.
Before I left to go to the 1986 FIFA World Cup
in Mexico, I had to finish my homework; 36/5=36 was the best
problem I solved on my homework. As I walked out the door, my sister
said don't come home late. I kicked my soccer ball
into my backyard. The force of the soccer ball broke the window.
I ran as fast as a hawk to see the World Cup. The sky turned
black and suddenly it was over.
Collage Poem
Jerry E.
I visited Pluto cause of temperature in Chicago.
I was shocked when I saw the glowing red
dinosaurs in a car crash. One of the dinosaurs
screamed like thunder. I heard my nickname
in the emergency room. The injured dinosaures
from the car crash lost all of their memory.
Collage Poem
Amanda T.
California is my dream place to go.
I have a dream everything is pink.
I wake up and say 10*2=20 real fast.
I get to school and see somebody
and think to myself I like him.
I don't know his name.
He is anonymous.
He sees me and I run.
Somebody calles me Mandy.
It is my sister who is as mean
as a gorilla.
She starts yelling at me and
I feel like she began a Revolutionary War.
Collage Poem
Michelle O.
Sandra was as pale as milk when
she saw blue cupcake-shaped dinosaurs.
Her parents said good luck to her.
She was sad when she went to Mars.
She went to school and saw a cocoon
turn into a butterfly and learned 5*5=25.
Collage Poem
Alexis E.
North America is where I live.
When I was a baby to an adult.
When I was happy everybody will say hi.
5+5=10 soliders that lived in the Civil War.
When I got old, everybody called me quacky.
I hope this happens again.
Collage Poem
Jennifer S.
Downtown Chicago is upside down with everything.
Rosa Parks gets arrested for walking in the sky without
a walking license. As soon as I saw 9x8=72 eggs.
Collage Poem
Andrew C.
30+2=32 soldiers that the American soldiers killed
in WW2. The sun is turning black for no reason and
nobody really cares about it. Someone cut down a tree
and then the tree from the other side fell on top of him.
I was relieved that the ISat test was cancelled by a flood.
I think I might have heard that I am going to Tampa Bay
because Chicago is goign to be below sea level.
Like that might happen. Or, could it really happen?
Collage Poem
Steve R.
1+1=love which is the speech of Dr. Martin Luther King.
Stubborn is the Isat test coming up. Spring comes, flowers
blosson. The word sweet appears in my name. The sky is gold.
It is as free as a frog. This place is my home.
Collage Poem
Silvia L.
She came from Texas and her smile is
as bright as the gleaming sun.
Sil was lovestuck when she found out 12*12=144.
If you plant a seed, a plant will grow.
That was found out in WW2.
Aqua is a great color to wear when you say
"have a nice day" to the sea.
Collage Poem
David S.
I was going to Arizona. I was exhausted from the cold.
A group behind me was drinking a green
bottle of tea and having a party. I heard my nickname
then words came from the sky. Did you bring the mystery box?
Then another ball hit my nose and popped. It was just a dream.
Collage Poem
Marisol Trejo
15+5 = 20. 20 is the times my mom has told me,
"Hurry up!" She is furious. Her face is hot pink.
Hot pink is the color of Mexico when the war is going on.
Then I hear somebody yell, "Madre!" It is my cousin.
Her hair is shiny like a diamond. She wants to go outside
but it is cold and we can't go out and play.
Collage Poem
Victor S.
In the country rats are in the sky. Monito,
they have called me from that apple seed I
planted and grew into an apple tree.
They said 12+12=24, your shirt is as red
as an apple. Then a yellow coffin came out
of the ground and the tree said, "say goodbye
to Lou Gehrig". I have been asleep.
Collage Poem
Corina S.
Flouds in Kankakee and all of the world.
The blue birds flying above the flood
and then came Dr. King. He didn't
feel embarassed. He was a very brave man.
He said 5/95=19. 19 whites liked the "I had a dream"
speech. Then there was a princess of all princesses.
She had a son and he was late for school. He forgot
his lunch because he was watching a movie.
Before the princess told him to turn off the TV.
Someone says her face was like a teddy bear.
Collage Poem
Antonia B.
Everyone was born on earth.
Everyone was depressed on the Great Depression.
The sky is blue.
After the Great Depression, everyone was excited.
The sun smiles at evreyone.
Scientists found out 5*5=25. My cousin calls
me coconut head. I gave my dog the food.
Collage Poem
Nadia N.
My heart beats confused like a green drum.
1*1=George Washington, the first president.
Lost in Florida, hearing words, "I hate you".
Feelings buildling up, breaking apart
into uncontrollable pieces.
28
Ismael S.
7*4=28 the day of love.
London is as black as a grim reaper.
I hear my nickname: HubbiWubbi.
While others say, how do you spell it?
The Revolutionary War has black written all over it.
But as I play football, I get tired.
But as I think, everything turns black.
Collage Poem
Gilbert D.
Gladiator wars fighting by the ocean.
some falling in and never come out.
2x2=4. 4 was the year they all fought. 2008 years later
we hear, "Ric Flair retires". A lot of people were
worried but I was not. My cousins scream
my nickname. They said that the house was red
and as big as a strawberry. The sky turned baby blue.
Collage Poem
John R.
In Alaska, there is no world war. So, the snow
is red and wonderful. My smile is as bright
as a thunderbolt strucken across the sky.
87+55=142 planted seeds and seeds grow.
For Johnny no longer is falling slowly,
for I have landed.
Collage Poem
Giovanni D.
When Martin Luther King Jr. died,
Pepe solved the equation 197*100=19700.
When someone yelled, "Come here this instant"
I fell and got hurt.
I went to Las Vegas to visit my friend
who thinks a rose is like a heart.
I turn red when I am lonely.
Collage Poem
Jose V.
Before I left to go to the 1986 FIFA World Cup
in Mexico, I had to finish my homework; 36/5=36 was the best
problem I solved on my homework. As I walked out the door, my sister
said don't come home late. I kicked my soccer ball
into my backyard. The force of the soccer ball broke the window.
I ran as fast as a hawk to see the World Cup. The sky turned
black and suddenly it was over.
Collage Poem
Jerry E.
I visited Pluto cause of temperature in Chicago.
I was shocked when I saw the glowing red
dinosaurs in a car crash. One of the dinosaurs
screamed like thunder. I heard my nickname
in the emergency room. The injured dinosaures
from the car crash lost all of their memory.
Collage Poem
Amanda T.
California is my dream place to go.
I have a dream everything is pink.
I wake up and say 10*2=20 real fast.
I get to school and see somebody
and think to myself I like him.
I don't know his name.
He is anonymous.
He sees me and I run.
Somebody calles me Mandy.
It is my sister who is as mean
as a gorilla.
She starts yelling at me and
I feel like she began a Revolutionary War.
Collage Poem
Michelle O.
Sandra was as pale as milk when
she saw blue cupcake-shaped dinosaurs.
Her parents said good luck to her.
She was sad when she went to Mars.
She went to school and saw a cocoon
turn into a butterfly and learned 5*5=25.
Collage Poem
Alexis E.
North America is where I live.
When I was a baby to an adult.
When I was happy everybody will say hi.
5+5=10 soliders that lived in the Civil War.
When I got old, everybody called me quacky.
I hope this happens again.
Collage Poem
Jennifer S.
Downtown Chicago is upside down with everything.
Rosa Parks gets arrested for walking in the sky without
a walking license. As soon as I saw 9x8=72 eggs.
Collage Poem
Andrew C.
30+2=32 soldiers that the American soldiers killed
in WW2. The sun is turning black for no reason and
nobody really cares about it. Someone cut down a tree
and then the tree from the other side fell on top of him.
I was relieved that the ISat test was cancelled by a flood.
I think I might have heard that I am going to Tampa Bay
because Chicago is goign to be below sea level.
Like that might happen. Or, could it really happen?
Collage Poem
Steve R.
1+1=love which is the speech of Dr. Martin Luther King.
Stubborn is the Isat test coming up. Spring comes, flowers
blosson. The word sweet appears in my name. The sky is gold.
It is as free as a frog. This place is my home.
Collage Poem
Silvia L.
She came from Texas and her smile is
as bright as the gleaming sun.
Sil was lovestuck when she found out 12*12=144.
If you plant a seed, a plant will grow.
That was found out in WW2.
Aqua is a great color to wear when you say
"have a nice day" to the sea.
Collage Poem
David S.
I was going to Arizona. I was exhausted from the cold.
A group behind me was drinking a green
bottle of tea and having a party. I heard my nickname
then words came from the sky. Did you bring the mystery box?
Then another ball hit my nose and popped. It was just a dream.
How I Discovered Poetry
In class, we read "How I Discovered Poetry" by Marilyn Nelson. The students really seemed to love this poem and, in turn, we wrote poems about discovery.
Mr. Herbeck's 5th Grade Class
How I Discover the Chinese Buffet
Carlos A.
As I was going to my mom's work, I got hungry.
I thought about going to the grand buffet.
As the food talked to me, it said "eat me, eat me"!
I could not stop myself as this big piece of meat on a stick called me.
I had to eat it.
I hurried as the last piece was about to be taken.
I can't stop eating them.
I should sue the chef for making it so delicious.
How I Discovered Life
Natalie G.
I never knew what life was.
I was born, then grew and then I died.
So, when you die you know why you live.
Don't kill yourself to know.
Even if you're 10 or 11 or 100
You will know.
How I Discovered Me
Omar G.
I discovered me by watching TV
I discovered what food I like
I discovered me by seeing what sports I like
I discovered me by what art I like
I discovered me by what books I like
I discovered me by what musich I like
I discovered me by my friends
I discovered me by me
How I Discovered Math
Malgarata K.
When I was in school,
we were going to math,
when I first heard math,
It was like an angel coming and going.
I figured out math was cool.
A lightbulb hit my head.
I learned math was my best subject.
We all make up a math problem.
Ms. McDermott's 5th Grade Class
How I Discovered Soccer
Jerry E.
It all started when my dad
put me in this soccer team
when I was 4.
I did not want to be in soccer
but I started to ilke it.
I got really good.
I met many friends.
Many teams want me to be with them.
How I Discovered Video Games
Brian S.
When I first discovered video games
it was like touching me with words.
When I started playing video games
it was a dream.
The first game I got made time go fast.
I had to stop, it was like giving up.
When i turned it on and off
it was silent and I walked away.
How I Discovered Flexibility
Stephanie C.
It was like soul-kissing
when the flexibility came to me.
I showed it to my mom.
It was the first time I was flexible.
My mom signed me up for lessons.
I was a little bit shy the first time.
But I told myself I could do it
and I did.
When we left, I heard everybody
saying they wish they were me.
Mr. Herbeck's 5th Grade Class
How I Discover the Chinese Buffet
Carlos A.
As I was going to my mom's work, I got hungry.
I thought about going to the grand buffet.
As the food talked to me, it said "eat me, eat me"!
I could not stop myself as this big piece of meat on a stick called me.
I had to eat it.
I hurried as the last piece was about to be taken.
I can't stop eating them.
I should sue the chef for making it so delicious.
How I Discovered Life
Natalie G.
I never knew what life was.
I was born, then grew and then I died.
So, when you die you know why you live.
Don't kill yourself to know.
Even if you're 10 or 11 or 100
You will know.
How I Discovered Me
Omar G.
I discovered me by watching TV
I discovered what food I like
I discovered me by seeing what sports I like
I discovered me by what art I like
I discovered me by what books I like
I discovered me by what musich I like
I discovered me by my friends
I discovered me by me
How I Discovered Math
Malgarata K.
When I was in school,
we were going to math,
when I first heard math,
It was like an angel coming and going.
I figured out math was cool.
A lightbulb hit my head.
I learned math was my best subject.
We all make up a math problem.
Ms. McDermott's 5th Grade Class
How I Discovered Soccer
Jerry E.
It all started when my dad
put me in this soccer team
when I was 4.
I did not want to be in soccer
but I started to ilke it.
I got really good.
I met many friends.
Many teams want me to be with them.
How I Discovered Video Games
Brian S.
When I first discovered video games
it was like touching me with words.
When I started playing video games
it was a dream.
The first game I got made time go fast.
I had to stop, it was like giving up.
When i turned it on and off
it was silent and I walked away.
How I Discovered Flexibility
Stephanie C.
It was like soul-kissing
when the flexibility came to me.
I showed it to my mom.
It was the first time I was flexible.
My mom signed me up for lessons.
I was a little bit shy the first time.
But I told myself I could do it
and I did.
When we left, I heard everybody
saying they wish they were me.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Pasteur Autobiographies
For Black History Month, I'm using all African-American poets. I started with Rita Dove's poem, "Fifth Grade Autobiography". This is always one of my favorite poems to use with HOS. We read the poem, which describes a photograph, and attempted to re-create the photograph on the board based on Dove's description. I asked the students to close their eyes and picture a photograph within their own homes. They wrote poems based on those photographs.
Ms. McDermott's 5th Grade Class
5th Grade Autobiography
Justin M.
I was five when there was a wedding.
My aunt's wedding.
She had a sparkly dress like a reflection
of the sun on a lake.
My uncle is dark from the suit and
the moon on his chest.
When we took the picture, my mom, dad,
brother, sister, uncle, aunt and me they all
smelled like stink bombs.
5th Grade Autobiography
Guadalupe K.
I am two in this photograph.
Mom, dad son and me are on the square picture.
My mom sits on the corner of the square.
Wind coming through like if we are outside.
I am now eleven years old.
5th Grade Autobiography
Amanda T.
I am trying to smile nicely.
I am tired in the picture because I woke up
5 seconds before it was taken.
I am cold in my dress.
I am very awake when the
flash hits my eyes.
Mr. Herbeck's 5th Grade Class
5th Grade Autobiography
Carlos A.
I am 10 in this photo
I was with the champion of solo boxing
He had won by a physical knockout
His mohawk looked cool
They called him the Aztec kid
5th Grade Autobiography
Weronika G.
I am 9 years old.
My mom, picking in the bushes.
The sun shining so hot.
The shades in the trees.
My dad making BBQ.
Starting up the fire
So hot, so thirsty.
My grandpa playing with me.
Picking apples.
Roasting them.
It smells so good everywhere.
Mrs. Weiland's 4th Grade Class
4th Grade Autobiography
Jasmine J.
I was a baby with my grandmother by the river.
She was wearing a fluffy red sweater.
It was sunny and foggy.
It was my mom's birthday
and it was the last time I saw my mom for 5 years.
After that day, my grandma died.
I still remember her soft and warm hands.
I still remember her voice.
4th Grade Autobiography
MichelleO.
I was a few weeks old when my grandparent's visited from Mexico.
Me and my grandparents were on the couch.
My grandpa was holding me.
My grandma had a red shirt and beige pants.
My grandpa had a white shirt and gray pants.
The sun was very bright and yellow.
Two months later, my grandpa died.
My grandma is still alive.
4th Grade Autobiography
Giovanni
I was 9 in the photograph.
I was in Marquette park when my soccer team
won the championship.
I was so tired I was dying.
My mom ran to get the drinks.
In the background, was the goal.
In the front was a huge cup.
When the picture was taken, it was muddy and got stuck.
Ms. Kane's 7th Grade Class
7th Grade Autobiography
Phillip D.
I remember I was 12 years old with my uncle at Universal Studios.
I was in the roller coaster swirling and twirling in the air.
I was in the front seat of the roller coaster sitting next to my uncle.
I could see myself gripping on the handebar fiercly.
I remember the wind blowing across my face
and having the roller coaster zoom on and on.
Those were the longest 15 seconds of my life.
7th Grade Autobiography
Gloria A.
I was 12 years old.
I was in the background holding my camera.
My mom and her brother are sitting
side by side in a folding chair.
He was smiling his smile.
She was crying like she always did when he came.
Not sad tears, but tears filled with joy.
That night a dark cloud covered the sky.
That night god decided he needed another angel.
7th Grade Autobiography
Ana L.
It was my birthday
the day I turned 8 years old
My cousin is sitting down look at me
with menacing eyes
My brother has just jumped in front of me
I had a cake on my face
My cousin was happy
My dad took the picture with smiling eyes
He won't be happy anymore
He broke his leg the next day
Ms. McDermott's 5th Grade Class
5th Grade Autobiography
Justin M.
I was five when there was a wedding.
My aunt's wedding.
She had a sparkly dress like a reflection
of the sun on a lake.
My uncle is dark from the suit and
the moon on his chest.
When we took the picture, my mom, dad,
brother, sister, uncle, aunt and me they all
smelled like stink bombs.
5th Grade Autobiography
Guadalupe K.
I am two in this photograph.
Mom, dad son and me are on the square picture.
My mom sits on the corner of the square.
Wind coming through like if we are outside.
I am now eleven years old.
5th Grade Autobiography
Amanda T.
I am trying to smile nicely.
I am tired in the picture because I woke up
5 seconds before it was taken.
I am cold in my dress.
I am very awake when the
flash hits my eyes.
Mr. Herbeck's 5th Grade Class
5th Grade Autobiography
Carlos A.
I am 10 in this photo
I was with the champion of solo boxing
He had won by a physical knockout
His mohawk looked cool
They called him the Aztec kid
5th Grade Autobiography
Weronika G.
I am 9 years old.
My mom, picking in the bushes.
The sun shining so hot.
The shades in the trees.
My dad making BBQ.
Starting up the fire
So hot, so thirsty.
My grandpa playing with me.
Picking apples.
Roasting them.
It smells so good everywhere.
Mrs. Weiland's 4th Grade Class
4th Grade Autobiography
Jasmine J.
I was a baby with my grandmother by the river.
She was wearing a fluffy red sweater.
It was sunny and foggy.
It was my mom's birthday
and it was the last time I saw my mom for 5 years.
After that day, my grandma died.
I still remember her soft and warm hands.
I still remember her voice.
4th Grade Autobiography
MichelleO.
I was a few weeks old when my grandparent's visited from Mexico.
Me and my grandparents were on the couch.
My grandpa was holding me.
My grandma had a red shirt and beige pants.
My grandpa had a white shirt and gray pants.
The sun was very bright and yellow.
Two months later, my grandpa died.
My grandma is still alive.
4th Grade Autobiography
Giovanni
I was 9 in the photograph.
I was in Marquette park when my soccer team
won the championship.
I was so tired I was dying.
My mom ran to get the drinks.
In the background, was the goal.
In the front was a huge cup.
When the picture was taken, it was muddy and got stuck.
Ms. Kane's 7th Grade Class
7th Grade Autobiography
Phillip D.
I remember I was 12 years old with my uncle at Universal Studios.
I was in the roller coaster swirling and twirling in the air.
I was in the front seat of the roller coaster sitting next to my uncle.
I could see myself gripping on the handebar fiercly.
I remember the wind blowing across my face
and having the roller coaster zoom on and on.
Those were the longest 15 seconds of my life.
7th Grade Autobiography
Gloria A.
I was 12 years old.
I was in the background holding my camera.
My mom and her brother are sitting
side by side in a folding chair.
He was smiling his smile.
She was crying like she always did when he came.
Not sad tears, but tears filled with joy.
That night a dark cloud covered the sky.
That night god decided he needed another angel.
7th Grade Autobiography
Ana L.
It was my birthday
the day I turned 8 years old
My cousin is sitting down look at me
with menacing eyes
My brother has just jumped in front of me
I had a cake on my face
My cousin was happy
My dad took the picture with smiling eyes
He won't be happy anymore
He broke his leg the next day
Fruity Poems
At Pasteur, we have been focusing on metaphor and simile. To continue this lesson, I decided to have the students write poems about different types of produce. Instead of taking in a poem as inspiration, I took in three different foods: a wirey bunch of radishes, two artichokes and a (very popular) kiwano melon. The students worked to create poems that served to describe the fruit/vegetables through metaphor and simile rather than straightforward description. See what followed:
My favorite poem of the day was written as a collaboration by Ms. Servin's 4th Grade Class:
Apple
A heart beating in your chest
red as the sun, sweet as honey
round like the world
a juicy tomato
a fuzzy tennis ball
a stoplight in the dark
shiny as a still lake
It is as a god in my mouth
Ms. Kane's 7th Grade Class
Kiwano Melon
(name missing)
A spikey cactus
bright as the morning sun
soft as a pillow
spikey as a porcupine
shining like the red star
It is orange like Jupiter
Round as a basketball
Like an inferno exploding
It is strong enough to defeat
the burning sun.
Artichoke
Lizet S.
Two maraccas
The top of a pineapple
A flower about to bloom
Like layers of a dress
A piece of thick grass
A big pinecone
Scales of a dragon
Like the outside of a green banana
It is like leaves put together in a bouquet
Artichoke
Elvia A.
Green like the summer's day grass
A pair of marracas waiting to be played
Its petals are broken in half like a person's heart
An unopened flower waiting to bloom
Its dragon scales so hard and spikey
Kiwano Melon
Robert Q.
as bright as a lightbulb
sharp as a thorn
as uncommon as world peace
not as common as the apple
when you see it, it glows
like an odd-shaped baseball
the light of your day
it is a cactus
the sun on its brightest day
Ms. Servin's 4th Grade Class
Kiwano Melon
Diego S.
it is spikey like a needle
it is yellow like the sun
from the end, it is spiked like a cactus
it is smooth like a blanket
it is hard on the outside then inside
when i bite it i break my teeth
it is like a fish in the sea
it is shaped like an oval
Radishes
Lizbeth G.
It is red like the sun
At the end it has a tail
It is like a heart in my chest
Beautiful as my hair
It is like a rabbit tail
Dark as a forest
And it floats in water
Mrs. Weiland's 4th Grade Class
Kiwano Melon
Monica C.
It is like a two-colored fruit
when you look so close
Like an oval, like a football
As spikey as a round ball
Like an orange ball
As scary as fruit
It looks like an animal walking
as a bald head floating in the sky
Radishes
Ammalisa S.
A bird's nest with little baby birds
Small little red tomatos
A big fluffy salad
A weird hat
An ugle hairdo
It is like a cool art project
Kiwano Melon
Julian G.
I am as spikey as fangs on a map
I am the blazing hot color of the sun's heat
When you feel me, you think of feeling a porcupine
I'm as round as a big eyeball
I smell like a gallon of sugar
Ms. Bujak's 5th Grade Class
Kiwano Melon
Bright by the sun
The looks of a puffer rish
Sharp can hurt
Taste of poison
The look of death
Touch and you die
Kiwano Melon
Diana B.
Spikey like a cactus
A hot firey sun
Needles pricking at my fingers
Spotty like a cheetah
Looks like a piggy ank
Millions of eyes staring at my
A spear ready for battle
When I look at it, my mind wonders in confusion.
Ms. McDermott's 5th Grade Class
Kiwano Melon
Jesus A.
Looking like Mars
Squishy as a pillow
Sharp as a knife
Sparkling sun
Orange as a carrot
Yellow as a lime
Spikey as needles
Looks like bird's fingers are coming out
Artichoke
Quetzali
The peddles of a flower growing
It is as a green melon
It looks like lettuce around a ball
Tasted like a sticky lollipop
Kiwano Melon
Georgia M.
Spike porcupine
and a spikey
cactus. A yellow ball.
An orange face.
A ball with acne.
Eye of a tiger.
Shiny as the sea
on an April morning
Mr. Herbeck's 5th Grade Class
Trent B.
Thousand shar knives
the hot burning sun
An orange crayon
Thousands of sharp nails
Piece of construction paper
Artichoke
Luis R.
The liberty torch
a grenade
a small, green bat
Colorful astroid
Golden sword
Silver dragon's eyes
White sparrow
first snowflake
Artichoke
Carlos A.
New tree
1765 Grenade
Nice trophy
Deadly weapon
A firey torch
A sharp mase
A fierce knife
Kiwano Melon
David S.
Bright sun
rocky mountains
the statue of liberty's hat
bush with thorns
fire coming out of a rocket
light bulb
silver screws
tip of a hammer
branch from a tree
the roof of a castle
spikes from cleats
the M on McDonalds
a solid brick of cheese
Mrs. Villa's 6th Grade Class
Radishes
Luis M.
Radishes are a sweet as blue jolly ranchers
Radishes are as bright as a calculator
Leaves remind me of curly hair
Radishes have legs attached
They're as red as rudolph's nose
They're as soft as a puffy white cloud
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
(Me)taphors
This week at Pasteur, the students read Sylvia Plath's poem, "Metaphors." We talked at length about both metaphor and simile and spent several minutes at the beginning of the class providing examples of each. Once I felt confident that the students knew their figurative language, I asked them to write their own Metaphors poem about themselves. I urged them not to think of the poem as a linear story, but rather to think of each line as a new beginning. I told them to try and include at least 8 metaphors/similes about themselves and to express ALL aspects of who they are. Great poems!
Ms. Servin's 4th Grade Class
Me
Jeffrey M.
I am a rose growing in the earth
I am an unending road
I am a coneless ice cream
I am a fish without water
I am a car without gas
I feel like a voice is following me
I stop and turn and I see a ghostly sight
I am a voiceless person trying to speak
Me
Brenda H.
I am a dark cloud in winter.
My hair is brown as fudge.
In winter, I am a growly bear.
I am a tiger staring at leaves.
I am a ball of sunshine.
My eyes have baby blue in them.
I am a parrot trapped and squawking.
I am on stage quiet and all staring at me.
Me
Mario O.
I am a computer with all the answers in my head.
I feel as happy as the sun in July.
I am as bright as a candle.
I am as quick as a racecar racing for a cup.
I feel as though my life is an everlasting dream.
Rain is my worst enimy.
It is as dull as a gray cloud.
I feel delighted when I roam outdoors.
My light can't go out.
Myself
Gilbert D.
I am a red furious fire.
I am like a big building being destroyed.
I feel furious as the sun in spring.
I am a big tree seeing gets getting tortured in school.
I am like a furious lion going to attack.
I feel like destroying a truck.
I am as red as a big strawberry.
Then I feel as lonely as a cloud.
Mrs. Weiland's 4th Grade Class
Me
Mia R.
I am like a sweet bowl of sugar.
I am as loud as a roller coaster.
I am like a car full of gas.
Something is beating inside of me
like pumping gas inside a car.
When something rings I am scared as
a person wrestling a grizzly.
My uncle says I am like wind because
I run fast.
Me
Michelle O.
I am as loud as a giant walking.
I am as fast as a cheetah running.
I am as strong as a wrestler.
I am hidden like a mouse hiding from a cat.
I am as warm as a summer's day.
I am nice and calm like the ocean.
Me
Jasmine J.
My hair is as beautiful as horse hair.
My eyes are as brown as chocolate.
My hands are as soft as animal's skin.
At home, I am as quiet as a bird.
I am as short as a door.
Today it is cold as the North Pole.
I am as hot as the sun.
Ms. McDermott's 5th Grade Class
Metaphors
Marco L.
I am like a really blue rain.
I am like a wild puppy.
I am a really crazy cat.
I am like a bird alone in its cage.
I am like a scared mouse.
I am a book just ready to be read.
I am a sun shining bright.
I am like sand smooth as possible.
Myself
Vladimir S.
I am a tall tree.
I am a bright light.
My life is a tree in the summer.
School is a shutdown prison.
I am a leaf wandering in the wind.
I am a bored book without a subject.
My poems are a trip around the world.
I am a person without a choice.
Me
Lucero G.
I am a fast cheetah
I am mad like a bull
I am a T.V.
I am a masterpiece that is so pretty
I am a computer knowing every answer
I am in the limelight-all eyes on me
I am sweet like candy
Sometimes I am a mouse going back in its hold
My eyes are two hazel pearls
Metaphors
Sophia V.
I am a bright colored firecracker
a girl version of Jim Carey
a shapeless square in a math book
a giant marshamellow cloud
a purple chair in a white room
a bomb about to explode
I am like a breakable thread
My mouth is like a huge dictionary
Mr. Herback's 5th Grade Class
Metaphor and Simile
Silvia L.
My life is a bright lemon
I am a sad flower growing
My life is a happy Saturday
and a tiring Monday
I am like a glittering snowflake
I am a furious cheetah
I am growing like an oak tree
Just like a bird, a cloud and you
Metaphors
Jordan D.
I am a leafless tree
My life is a bright light
The suns firey rage
The sore thumb in a crowd
The laugh of a person
I am a cool summer breeze
My life is a boring book
I am like winning a prize
Metaphors
Holly K.
My heart is a big tree trunk
I am a lonely graveyard
My berries shed their tears
I provide a blue sky
I am a furious volcano
I am an exhausted elephant
I am a sure teacher
I am a relieved bicycle
Ms. Kane's 7th Grade Class
Me
Jose P.
I am as cool as the wind
My smile is brighter than the sun
When I get mad my face gets red as a tomato
My eyes are as dark as the clouds in a stormy night
I am bigger than a house
I am as fast as a puma
I can hear better than a hawk
My eyes are bigger than an owl
My Everything
Destini H.
My heart is as cold as ice
My feelings are as sensitive as a baby's soft spot
My life is like a stormy night
My intelligence is not so bright
My family fights like two dogs fighting over a t-bone steak
My head pounds like an earthquake
Untitled
Sarami A.
I am a book with no words
A human with no heartbeat
I'm beautiful inside and out
Nobody can replace me
I am like a mom without her child
As happy as the first time I saw you
As sad as the day I lost you
Mrs. Villa's 6th Grade Class
Untitled
Diana B.
I am a book barely beginning
A wave in the ocean
A bright light in a dark room
I am a red rose growing in a garden of weeds
Sweet yet sour
Unwanted like a puppy
Yet loved like a toy
I am the salt in your tea
The rivers from your eyes
I am not sad like a widow
but as happy as your smile
My Life
Isacc L.
I am bright and full of light on the outside
but dark and gloomy on the inside
My parents fight like Tazmanian devils
My anger is like a firecracker ready to explode
and trapped in a deeb hole you can't get out of
I keep traveling from one place to another
When will my struggle end?
The Puzzle
Marisa T.
I am a dark winter night
A bomb ticking, waiting to explode
I am a bear protecting her cub
A blue butterfly trying to escape
Silent as a book
A puzzle not yet put together
Pieces I didn't even know I had
Crushed into many small parts
Untitled
Jose G.
I am like a cigarette without a smoker
I am shining like time square
I am like a wolf without its pack
I am a misfit in this world
Ms. Servin's 4th Grade Class
Me
Jeffrey M.
I am a rose growing in the earth
I am an unending road
I am a coneless ice cream
I am a fish without water
I am a car without gas
I feel like a voice is following me
I stop and turn and I see a ghostly sight
I am a voiceless person trying to speak
Me
Brenda H.
I am a dark cloud in winter.
My hair is brown as fudge.
In winter, I am a growly bear.
I am a tiger staring at leaves.
I am a ball of sunshine.
My eyes have baby blue in them.
I am a parrot trapped and squawking.
I am on stage quiet and all staring at me.
Me
Mario O.
I am a computer with all the answers in my head.
I feel as happy as the sun in July.
I am as bright as a candle.
I am as quick as a racecar racing for a cup.
I feel as though my life is an everlasting dream.
Rain is my worst enimy.
It is as dull as a gray cloud.
I feel delighted when I roam outdoors.
My light can't go out.
Myself
Gilbert D.
I am a red furious fire.
I am like a big building being destroyed.
I feel furious as the sun in spring.
I am a big tree seeing gets getting tortured in school.
I am like a furious lion going to attack.
I feel like destroying a truck.
I am as red as a big strawberry.
Then I feel as lonely as a cloud.
Mrs. Weiland's 4th Grade Class
Me
Mia R.
I am like a sweet bowl of sugar.
I am as loud as a roller coaster.
I am like a car full of gas.
Something is beating inside of me
like pumping gas inside a car.
When something rings I am scared as
a person wrestling a grizzly.
My uncle says I am like wind because
I run fast.
Me
Michelle O.
I am as loud as a giant walking.
I am as fast as a cheetah running.
I am as strong as a wrestler.
I am hidden like a mouse hiding from a cat.
I am as warm as a summer's day.
I am nice and calm like the ocean.
Me
Jasmine J.
My hair is as beautiful as horse hair.
My eyes are as brown as chocolate.
My hands are as soft as animal's skin.
At home, I am as quiet as a bird.
I am as short as a door.
Today it is cold as the North Pole.
I am as hot as the sun.
Ms. McDermott's 5th Grade Class
Metaphors
Marco L.
I am like a really blue rain.
I am like a wild puppy.
I am a really crazy cat.
I am like a bird alone in its cage.
I am like a scared mouse.
I am a book just ready to be read.
I am a sun shining bright.
I am like sand smooth as possible.
Myself
Vladimir S.
I am a tall tree.
I am a bright light.
My life is a tree in the summer.
School is a shutdown prison.
I am a leaf wandering in the wind.
I am a bored book without a subject.
My poems are a trip around the world.
I am a person without a choice.
Me
Lucero G.
I am a fast cheetah
I am mad like a bull
I am a T.V.
I am a masterpiece that is so pretty
I am a computer knowing every answer
I am in the limelight-all eyes on me
I am sweet like candy
Sometimes I am a mouse going back in its hold
My eyes are two hazel pearls
Metaphors
Sophia V.
I am a bright colored firecracker
a girl version of Jim Carey
a shapeless square in a math book
a giant marshamellow cloud
a purple chair in a white room
a bomb about to explode
I am like a breakable thread
My mouth is like a huge dictionary
Mr. Herback's 5th Grade Class
Metaphor and Simile
Silvia L.
My life is a bright lemon
I am a sad flower growing
My life is a happy Saturday
and a tiring Monday
I am like a glittering snowflake
I am a furious cheetah
I am growing like an oak tree
Just like a bird, a cloud and you
Metaphors
Jordan D.
I am a leafless tree
My life is a bright light
The suns firey rage
The sore thumb in a crowd
The laugh of a person
I am a cool summer breeze
My life is a boring book
I am like winning a prize
Metaphors
Holly K.
My heart is a big tree trunk
I am a lonely graveyard
My berries shed their tears
I provide a blue sky
I am a furious volcano
I am an exhausted elephant
I am a sure teacher
I am a relieved bicycle
Ms. Kane's 7th Grade Class
Me
Jose P.
I am as cool as the wind
My smile is brighter than the sun
When I get mad my face gets red as a tomato
My eyes are as dark as the clouds in a stormy night
I am bigger than a house
I am as fast as a puma
I can hear better than a hawk
My eyes are bigger than an owl
My Everything
Destini H.
My heart is as cold as ice
My feelings are as sensitive as a baby's soft spot
My life is like a stormy night
My intelligence is not so bright
My family fights like two dogs fighting over a t-bone steak
My head pounds like an earthquake
Untitled
Sarami A.
I am a book with no words
A human with no heartbeat
I'm beautiful inside and out
Nobody can replace me
I am like a mom without her child
As happy as the first time I saw you
As sad as the day I lost you
Mrs. Villa's 6th Grade Class
Untitled
Diana B.
I am a book barely beginning
A wave in the ocean
A bright light in a dark room
I am a red rose growing in a garden of weeds
Sweet yet sour
Unwanted like a puppy
Yet loved like a toy
I am the salt in your tea
The rivers from your eyes
I am not sad like a widow
but as happy as your smile
My Life
Isacc L.
I am bright and full of light on the outside
but dark and gloomy on the inside
My parents fight like Tazmanian devils
My anger is like a firecracker ready to explode
and trapped in a deeb hole you can't get out of
I keep traveling from one place to another
When will my struggle end?
The Puzzle
Marisa T.
I am a dark winter night
A bomb ticking, waiting to explode
I am a bear protecting her cub
A blue butterfly trying to escape
Silent as a book
A puzzle not yet put together
Pieces I didn't even know I had
Crushed into many small parts
Untitled
Jose G.
I am like a cigarette without a smoker
I am shining like time square
I am like a wolf without its pack
I am a misfit in this world
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Mmm, Mmm Odes!
Every year I have my HOS students write poems about one of my favorite things: FOOD! Using Pablo Neruda's "Odes" as examples for this exercise always works perfectly. Two of my favorites are "Ode to Tomatoes" and "Ode to Salt". The students always really love these poems... especially when the tomato is "murdered" by the knife! In response, I asked them to write their own odes to their favorite thing to eat. We mentioned using personification, strong images and formatting their poems on the page just like Neruda. We had some great poems as a result!
Mrs. Villa's 6th Grade Class
Ode to Posole
Ismael S.
Posole fills my mouth with
stinging flavor
The pot smells like peppers
The pot looks like a red
stop sign
The meat floats around
like a sattelite in space
The chile gets ground
up to make the soup
flaming hot like the
sun
The way the soup
makes the bowl
look so good
Once you have it
in your mouth
you don't want to
stop eating it
The meat is so good
it is like you want
to murder it
with your teeth
But in the end
you wish for
more
Ode to Chocolate
Marisa T.
Smooth and sily
sweet like a bowl
full of
sugar
We must
eat immediately
or else
it will melt
as fest as an oven
can heat a single
piece of
cheese
it conquers the world
with its
delicious savory
sugary
sweetish taste
flatter than a
piece of
paper
it comes to
our doors
and knocks
come come
for me please
I beg
of you
Ode to Ice Cream
Diana B.
You're frozen
but in my mouth
you're soft
creamy
chocolately
You cry
when I leave
you
Your tears
are delicious
They create
puddles of
chocolate
You melt in
my mouth
Then you're gone
But you leave
behind a tear
on the top
of my lip
Mrs. Weiland's 4th Grade Class
Ode to Pizza
Staci Q.
Pizza
is spicey
and I like
spicey stuff
It is good
I like cheese
the best
It is spicey
like fire
I love
pizza All
my friends love
pizza
Just like me
Pizza is murdered
because it
gets cut
into slices
Pizza is
the best
Ode to Pizza
Manar S.
Millions of people
ate pizza.
It is a spicey
and cheesey.
As soon as you put it
in your mouth
it fights its way
out. It is selfish
because it doesn't
want the world
to eat something
so scrumptious.
Fine as ice cream,
pies, cookies, cakes.
Better than all
the desserts.
Ode to Chocolate
Jailene R.
The store is filled
with tons of
chocolate sweets.
It seems to be
murdering me
with its own
bitter-sweet taste.
It gets crunchy
when it is bit.
It feels hard
when it is touched.
It is bittersweet
like a grape
right off the
stem.
It tries to call kids
to come and buy
it.
On the street
it goes walking
waiting until
anyone wants
to get it.
Just as soon as
someone gets it
it tells itself
why am I
letting a person
eat me here?
Ms. Servin's 4th Grade Class
Ode to Peaches
Omar L.
The town
decorated
of peaches
when I eat
peaches they
fight
with
their
leaves
the peach
sees
an
apple
and falls
in love
with its
shiny skin
and when
I ate them
after their
wedding
they tried
to get
out of me
and somehow
they did
Ode to Tamales
Mario O.
Delicious and
wonderful
it taste
as sweet
as a strawberry
waiting to be
picked on his
vine. The wall
you have to pass to get
to its treasure.
The smell as
wonderful as
spring roses.
It waits on the dish
to be treasured by
a mouth.
It gets excited
when someone
passes by. It gets in
form to be
enjoyed by a hungry
human being, but
they ignore him.
The tamale is sad.
There is no one to
enjoy him. When I
pass by I can't resist
his look. I reach my
hand for it and start
munching on a joyful
heaven.
Ode to Tacos
Edgar D.
I am very
very tasty
and spicy
like a real good
taco or
chocolate
but when people eat
me they say
yuck!
I am going to spit
and they spit at me
and I don't like
anybody's germs.
Ms. Kane's 7th Grade Class
Ode to Coffee
Alejandra O.
The kitchen filled
with its steamy scent
during
the mornings
of the day.
Its light brown
chocolate color
filling the
cup to
the very top.
Its scent traveling
through the
halls,
entering rooms through
the bottom of the
doors and
calling the persons name
by getting closer
to their face.
The person with a
delight and cheerful
smile.
It is like a hot tub
steaming and
keeping the person
warm.
You could share it with
your friends.
In the end
the cup is empty,
like a pool without
water.
Ode to Pie
Antonio P.
The pan,
happy to hold this
amazing,
delicious,
outstanding
pie over it.
An explosion of
crunchy,
juicy,
mushy,
deliciousness.
Your taste buds
cheering in this
wonderous
celebration of
taste and delight.
It never dies.
In fact,
it multiplies,
giving life to
other pieces.
Sharing the greatness
and awesomeness
of the
fruit-like,
crunchy,
taste.
Like a math problem
different,
can be added to,
divided,
subtracted,
multiplied.
The pie wants to
go,
anything to make
anyone happy.
It will jump
into your mouth.
It knows you will
appreciate the
taste and delight.
Pie cannot be eaten
alone, though.
It has
to mix
with what
makes it even more
complete and
perfect:
fruit.
They are soulmates,
perfect for each other,
happy together,
great chemistry,
extreme heat,
amazing taste,
crunchy and mushy,
perfect combination.
Ode to Strawberry
Ivette V.
Its red color
looks so good
and yummy.
When you take the
first bite
it feels like you're
in heaven.
As you eat
through it you see
its bad side.
You could almost
see it speaking
to you.
Don't eat me! Don't eat me!
As you move
and see its
good side
it says,
go ahead! Eat me!
Ms. McDermott's 5th Grade Class
Ode to Popcorn
Amanda C.
In to the
microwave
it goes.
The sweet
smell of
popcorn
right before
a movie.
I love the sound
pop!
pop!
pop!
It is ready
to eat.
As the first
piece
of popcorn
arrives
in my
stomach
the party begins.
As more arrive
it sounds
like
all of them
hopping
at the same time.
As I pat my stomach
you can
hear them scream...
EARTHQUAKE!
Ode to Pasta
Marco L.
I love pasta
it tastes good
it tastes like
tomato and it
is red and yellow
I love pasta
even with garlic bread
the pasta meat
so good
the pasta looks
like a big red dragon
that we can eat
Ode to Sausage Sandwiches
Marisol T.
When my
mom
does not
have ham
she makes
sausage
sandwiches
and they
are so
good.
They look
like
normal sandwiches
but with
sausage.
It cries
when I tell
it I am
hungry. I
say I am
sorry.
But then I
eat it.
They taste like
witch sand
and a sausage
dog.
Mr. Herbeck's 5th Grade Class
Ode to Enchiladas
Jordan D.
Chiles picked
out and
dried
in the sun,
murdered
in its own home,
then chili
sauce with
dried chilies
soaking in it.
Add salt.
Then,
tortillas swim
in the sauce
with meat put in.
They look like a
train on fire.
A towel of cheese
gets laid on it
to dry
it off. Beans come
near but are
quickly soaked
up in sauce.
Then the aroma
fills the house.
A river of lava
flows down my
throat with pieces
of meat catching a
ride on
a tortilla.
Ode to Posole
Trent B.
The spicy
hot red soup
just
sets in my
bowl
as it looks
like hot lava.
The hot giant
corn as
it dances in the
pan.
It feels like
I am biting a shark.
Why are you so
delicious?
Ode to Pierogi
Luke K.
Pierogi
nice and
delicious smooth
and good looking
It is dancing in
my bowl. Tries
to tackle
my teeth so I
wouldn't eat it.
Hangs out
in my stomach
like it is
in the pool.
Eats my
lung like
a strip of
candy.
Mrs. Villa's 6th Grade Class
Ode to Posole
Ismael S.
Posole fills my mouth with
stinging flavor
The pot smells like peppers
The pot looks like a red
stop sign
The meat floats around
like a sattelite in space
The chile gets ground
up to make the soup
flaming hot like the
sun
The way the soup
makes the bowl
look so good
Once you have it
in your mouth
you don't want to
stop eating it
The meat is so good
it is like you want
to murder it
with your teeth
But in the end
you wish for
more
Ode to Chocolate
Marisa T.
Smooth and sily
sweet like a bowl
full of
sugar
We must
eat immediately
or else
it will melt
as fest as an oven
can heat a single
piece of
cheese
it conquers the world
with its
delicious savory
sugary
sweetish taste
flatter than a
piece of
paper
it comes to
our doors
and knocks
come come
for me please
I beg
of you
Ode to Ice Cream
Diana B.
You're frozen
but in my mouth
you're soft
creamy
chocolately
You cry
when I leave
you
Your tears
are delicious
They create
puddles of
chocolate
You melt in
my mouth
Then you're gone
But you leave
behind a tear
on the top
of my lip
Mrs. Weiland's 4th Grade Class
Ode to Pizza
Staci Q.
Pizza
is spicey
and I like
spicey stuff
It is good
I like cheese
the best
It is spicey
like fire
I love
pizza All
my friends love
pizza
Just like me
Pizza is murdered
because it
gets cut
into slices
Pizza is
the best
Ode to Pizza
Manar S.
Millions of people
ate pizza.
It is a spicey
and cheesey.
As soon as you put it
in your mouth
it fights its way
out. It is selfish
because it doesn't
want the world
to eat something
so scrumptious.
Fine as ice cream,
pies, cookies, cakes.
Better than all
the desserts.
Ode to Chocolate
Jailene R.
The store is filled
with tons of
chocolate sweets.
It seems to be
murdering me
with its own
bitter-sweet taste.
It gets crunchy
when it is bit.
It feels hard
when it is touched.
It is bittersweet
like a grape
right off the
stem.
It tries to call kids
to come and buy
it.
On the street
it goes walking
waiting until
anyone wants
to get it.
Just as soon as
someone gets it
it tells itself
why am I
letting a person
eat me here?
Ms. Servin's 4th Grade Class
Ode to Peaches
Omar L.
The town
decorated
of peaches
when I eat
peaches they
fight
with
their
leaves
the peach
sees
an
apple
and falls
in love
with its
shiny skin
and when
I ate them
after their
wedding
they tried
to get
out of me
and somehow
they did
Ode to Tamales
Mario O.
Delicious and
wonderful
it taste
as sweet
as a strawberry
waiting to be
picked on his
vine. The wall
you have to pass to get
to its treasure.
The smell as
wonderful as
spring roses.
It waits on the dish
to be treasured by
a mouth.
It gets excited
when someone
passes by. It gets in
form to be
enjoyed by a hungry
human being, but
they ignore him.
The tamale is sad.
There is no one to
enjoy him. When I
pass by I can't resist
his look. I reach my
hand for it and start
munching on a joyful
heaven.
Ode to Tacos
Edgar D.
I am very
very tasty
and spicy
like a real good
taco or
chocolate
but when people eat
me they say
yuck!
I am going to spit
and they spit at me
and I don't like
anybody's germs.
Ms. Kane's 7th Grade Class
Ode to Coffee
Alejandra O.
The kitchen filled
with its steamy scent
during
the mornings
of the day.
Its light brown
chocolate color
filling the
cup to
the very top.
Its scent traveling
through the
halls,
entering rooms through
the bottom of the
doors and
calling the persons name
by getting closer
to their face.
The person with a
delight and cheerful
smile.
It is like a hot tub
steaming and
keeping the person
warm.
You could share it with
your friends.
In the end
the cup is empty,
like a pool without
water.
Ode to Pie
Antonio P.
The pan,
happy to hold this
amazing,
delicious,
outstanding
pie over it.
An explosion of
crunchy,
juicy,
mushy,
deliciousness.
Your taste buds
cheering in this
wonderous
celebration of
taste and delight.
It never dies.
In fact,
it multiplies,
giving life to
other pieces.
Sharing the greatness
and awesomeness
of the
fruit-like,
crunchy,
taste.
Like a math problem
different,
can be added to,
divided,
subtracted,
multiplied.
The pie wants to
go,
anything to make
anyone happy.
It will jump
into your mouth.
It knows you will
appreciate the
taste and delight.
Pie cannot be eaten
alone, though.
It has
to mix
with what
makes it even more
complete and
perfect:
fruit.
They are soulmates,
perfect for each other,
happy together,
great chemistry,
extreme heat,
amazing taste,
crunchy and mushy,
perfect combination.
Ode to Strawberry
Ivette V.
Its red color
looks so good
and yummy.
When you take the
first bite
it feels like you're
in heaven.
As you eat
through it you see
its bad side.
You could almost
see it speaking
to you.
Don't eat me! Don't eat me!
As you move
and see its
good side
it says,
go ahead! Eat me!
Ms. McDermott's 5th Grade Class
Ode to Popcorn
Amanda C.
In to the
microwave
it goes.
The sweet
smell of
popcorn
right before
a movie.
I love the sound
pop!
pop!
pop!
It is ready
to eat.
As the first
piece
of popcorn
arrives
in my
stomach
the party begins.
As more arrive
it sounds
like
all of them
hopping
at the same time.
As I pat my stomach
you can
hear them scream...
EARTHQUAKE!
Ode to Pasta
Marco L.
I love pasta
it tastes good
it tastes like
tomato and it
is red and yellow
I love pasta
even with garlic bread
the pasta meat
so good
the pasta looks
like a big red dragon
that we can eat
Ode to Sausage Sandwiches
Marisol T.
When my
mom
does not
have ham
she makes
sausage
sandwiches
and they
are so
good.
They look
like
normal sandwiches
but with
sausage.
It cries
when I tell
it I am
hungry. I
say I am
sorry.
But then I
eat it.
They taste like
witch sand
and a sausage
dog.
Mr. Herbeck's 5th Grade Class
Ode to Enchiladas
Jordan D.
Chiles picked
out and
dried
in the sun,
murdered
in its own home,
then chili
sauce with
dried chilies
soaking in it.
Add salt.
Then,
tortillas swim
in the sauce
with meat put in.
They look like a
train on fire.
A towel of cheese
gets laid on it
to dry
it off. Beans come
near but are
quickly soaked
up in sauce.
Then the aroma
fills the house.
A river of lava
flows down my
throat with pieces
of meat catching a
ride on
a tortilla.
Ode to Posole
Trent B.
The spicy
hot red soup
just
sets in my
bowl
as it looks
like hot lava.
The hot giant
corn as
it dances in the
pan.
It feels like
I am biting a shark.
Why are you so
delicious?
Ode to Pierogi
Luke K.
Pierogi
nice and
delicious smooth
and good looking
It is dancing in
my bowl. Tries
to tackle
my teeth so I
wouldn't eat it.
Hangs out
in my stomach
like it is
in the pool.
Eats my
lung like
a strip of
candy.
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