L-e-t-t-e-r P-o-e-m-s

This week, we read two short letter poems: "Letter," from "Lennox Avenue Mural" by Langston Hughes, and "Dear Joanne" by Lew Welch. Students discussed what was similar, as well as different in each poem, and what makes them unique from other forms of poetry. They then wrote their own letter poems.


Ms. Fialkowski, 5th Grade

Dear Poetry,
Why is it so hard to write poetry? Why
is it so short? I wish Poetry was
longer. Poetry gives me ideas. I like
what to do or what to plan. I think
Poetry is he best thing to do,
I wish every day there was Poetry
instead of math, social studies. Poetry
I write and maybe never stop.
Poetry people can write about
everything.
Edgar A.

Dear room,
When you are dirty why don't
you clean yourself because
it is so much work. I get
so tired. When my mom tells
me to clean my room I
ask my room please clean
yourself even though I make
a mess.
Claudia A.

Dear Lew,
I liked your letter a lot, it was
really cool and funny. I wish
I could be a real poet to write
about someone or something, it's
really fun to be a poet, it is cool.
Just tell me so one day I could
be just like you are right now.
Jasmin C.

Dear refrigerator,
Why don't you
work for the
ice cream?
When I want
ice cream it's
all melted
and it doesn't
stay frozen.
Daisy F.

Dear friend,
I am happy because you are my
best friend and the first friend
that I had. You are nice to me.
You are like a sister to me,
you are a good first friend for me.
You are the best friend in the world.
And in the city. I don't know
what I will do.
Julissa S.

Dear Hector,
Stop crying, stop bothering me, stop trying to
wake me up, I want to sleep, I want
to rest and stay in my own bed. I
want to rest, not to play and have
a wonderful day. I don't know what
is wrong but I think it's too much
all each day, all of them.
Luis V.

Ms. Michel, 5th Grade

Dear my dear dream,
Why did you have
to be real, why did
you have to make
my brother snore
in my ear? Dear
my dear dream, you
are so wonderful and
funny. You make me
imagine and dream
the good and bad
things. Thank you
for the good things.
But I don't thank
you because you
make my brother
snore in my ear.
Griselda A.

Dear Brain,
Of all the things I've lost –
my keys, my diary, my homework –
I miss my brain the most.
Brainless me (Alondra B.)
P.S. Please come
back I need you

Dear Heavy Metal and Rock,
Why are you so
loud and hard-
core on music?
Rock is always
hard but you
are 3x as hard
as Rock. You
Heavy Metal,
how do you
make people
love your
music? Both
Rock music
and Heavy Metal.
You make me
like your music.
Angel B.

Dear Brain,
Hello Brain
why don't you
work a lot
and why don't
you make
me think
I have to
think so
I could
do my
homework
because I
don't want
to guess.
Servando C.

Dear Airplane,
Why do you go so high and you're
scary but still put people in your big
roller coaster and why are you so huge?
Marcelo E.

Dear flower,
I like your
petals they
are so
red your
leaves are
green you
come from
dirt.
Liliana R.

Dear McDonald's,
I love your food
mostly the fries. My cousin
likes getting toys from
McDonald's, I always order the
number nine
because it
comes with ten chicken
nuggets and I
like dipping them
in barbecue, that is my
favorite food. I wish
I could go to McDonald's
every day because your
food is so good and
if I could go everyday
it would be like heaven.
Sincerely,
Yulissa R.

Dear someone,
I don't know
who I'm writing
to. Tell me when
you got this letter.
Is this a letter?
Where am I?
Who are you?
Please tell me.
I'm getting
confused.
Sincerely,
Alvaro
Or is this my name?
Please tell me.

Dear sister,
You are the best sister ever.
You are always really helpful.
Sister you can be the
best sister in the world.
You are the one that
is always with me
when I am sick.
Love
Daisy

Ms. Hughesdon, 5th Grade

My dear
deariest
golden sun, you
are so bright
and shy I
give you thanks
for all the
brightness in the
world. So shy,
bright I send you
wishes from here.
Claudia A.

Dear Brian Urlacher,
how do you hit people hard
like to make them fumble
the ball? How do you
jump high to get an
interception? How do you
sack a QB?
Jose B.

Dear Dad, I miss U.
But still thanks for still
coming to visit me, my
sister and brother. I hope that
with your other family you
have a good time. Even if
I don't like the idea that
you are with another
family.
Love, your daughter, Nancy

Dear Dad,
you should come to
our new house it's
really rad.
I'll tell my mom
to send a cab.
But my mom has
to fix the phone
because it's really
jad.
And my mom is
really mad at her
brother.
Sincerely,
Michael C.

Dear Me,
I really feel weird
not tired
I'm coming home
taking my dog
with me
we're going
back to D.F.
in Mexico
it's a small little
ranch
even with
pigs,
cats,
dogs,
even Pancho the Pony.
Sincerely,
Salena C.

Dear Feet,
why do you
trip me?
You are so clumsy
when you
move. Why can't
you be
normal like other
feet?
Well, bye, I need
to go
buy some new feet.
Sincerely,
Your master (Marlene C.)

Dear microwave,
Why do you always
burn my food when
I put my food in you
and then when I take
it out it's all burned up?
Also sometimes you leave
my food cold.
From your only friend, Abel G.

Dear Pencil,
I am writing this letter
to you because my handwriting is
getting sloppy because of you. If you
don't clean up your act, you're going
into the garbage.
From your master (Cesar M.)

Dear report card, I wish you don't
scare me like last quarter. I got a heart
attack and you're a paper.
Everardo P.

Ms. Montoya, 5th Grade

Dear Mr. Dean,
So nice, so smart in poetry. Thinking all over
the place. Just one question, how are you
doing? I'm great. I hope I see you next
year, to write more poems. I enjoy all the
poems that you have told me to write
about. I have looked on the Internet and
they're great poems you have.
Sincerely,
Omar

Dear Eric,
I like the way you think
and get all the work done.
I wish I was like you so
I could keep my grades like
you, and so I could have a
honor certificate like you do
all the time. You are so
smart and a good student.
Respectfully, Michelle

Dear Anibal in the future,
You will soon become
a soccer player probably. All you have
to do is go to High School and to College.
You will have to have good grades and try
getting a scholarship. You should do
all your homework all the time.

Also, try out for the school soccer team.
You need to be a good teammate
to everyone and respect them. But you
have to try your hardest in the soccer
games.
Sincerely, Anibal

P.S. You will someday become a
soccer player.

Dear heater,
you are no good. You don't make
me warm. I'm always cold.
I feel like I am an ice cream.
You're just no good!!
Fatima

Dear pencil,
Why don't you write by yourself? I should just
tell you what to do but you can't. Someone has to move
you around making lines and curves which tun into letters.
Pencils, you help me write and do work. You should do my
work and I get a day off writing. Thanks, pencil.
Jose

Dear Godfather,

Thanks for the PS2. I really appreciate
that. Thanks for the games too.

I'm almost finished with two of the
games. Grand Theft Auto San Andreas and Liberty
City Stories.

I appreciate the cordless controllers
too. But now I have a problem. I
can't play unless my sister plays.
Well thanks,
Eric P.

Dear Dog,
why did you run away
when I barely had chosen
you a name, Christian. You
might want to know how
I chose the name. It
was very simple.
They started calling you like
my brother. I don't know
why they bothered to disturb
you and let you get used to it, but
now everyone misses you.
We would like to know
if you're still alive since you
left that snowy day.
Please come home, Christian,
or send a sign that you're
alive so that it does
not look like I am
writing to a dead
dog, like a crazy girl.
Your owner,
Diana R.

Dear future Natalie,
I hope if you have kids, don't
give them spinach. I hope you don't
work at a night club or something
else. I hope you work as a fashion
designer. And a tip 4 U treat your
husband good.
Sincerely with love,
Natalie
P.S. Trust me, I'm
smart.

Ms. Graefen, 5th Grade

Dear mom,
I hope that when I am gone
from home you could call me
and say that you don't feel
good so I could come and help
you a lot. When you and dad
are alone I could go and
visit you and take you
to the park, to eat, or to the
store, or anywhere you
want.
With love,
your daughter,
Vanessa C.

Dear friend,
I forgot your name
but I think that
you go to another
place.
Still I miss you
but I thank you
to help me and give
me things when you
were here.
Mirella H.

Dear Luci,

Last night Susi had a dream
that we found treasure.

When we found it we were
fighting for it.

Then Susi said that you opened
it and it did not have nothing.

I hope we never fight for
something.

Silvia R.

Dear Dad,
When are you
coming
back from
Mexico? I miss you,
tell me when
you're
coming.
Julian

Mr. Heredia, 5th Grade

Dear me,
In the future do not eat candy.
Because it's bad for you. And it's bad
for your teeth.
Your friend, Jorge A.

Dear cousin, when are you
coming? I haven't seen
you for a long time.
Some girls that I know
want to know you.
They saw a picture of
you and they say you
are cute. Please come. If
you come I would
be famous because
the girls I show
your picture, they
say you're cute.
Please come.
Ana C.

Dear Earth,

I know you can't
talk but please
hurry up, make
your revolution.

It takes you
24 hours to
orbit, that is
not hard, 365 days
is one year. Spin fast
I don't care of we
fly out.

I say this
because I
need to get
out of school.
Gosh this is
boring.

Sincerely,
Carina G.

P.S. What's the deal
with the leap year, make
up your mind. Gosh.

Dear clock,
why don't
you go fast?
I really really
want to go home.
Don't you see I'm
very very sleepy
and I have homework
to do.
Well clock, if you
go fast I'll promise
not to hate you
anymore and please please
hurry up!!
Amanda

Dear Grandpa,
I miss you,
I'm incomplete without you,
each night I think about you.
Come back.
Sincerely,
Eibar N.

Dear LEGOs,
I wish that you could
move while I watch you. So
you could look real. Because
you look very cool. So
I like you to build a soccer
stadium. I like the
way you look. I want
you to move or talk. That's
what I want.
Edwin O.

Dear pencil,
Who was the person that made
you? You make me write stuff I don't
want to. You're boring, you're out of style and
I hate the way you think. You're
so dumb. Go somewhere I'll never
see you again.
Mayra S.
P.S. If you leave you'll
make my life easier than when you
were here.

Music Poems

For this week's class, we worked on one of my favorite poetry ideas. First, we read "Two Guitars" by Victor Hernández Cruz and discussed its meaning: who (or what) is talking in the poem, and what are they saying? How does music express emotions, and create images in our minds? Each class room listened to an instrumental song chosen randomly, with students individually making lists of words or phrases describing the music they heard to be used in their poems. Click on the links to hear the songs students heard while composing their poems.


Ms. Fialkowski, 5th Grade

Poems Inspired by “DLK” by Deluxe Leisure King



People on a rainbow
running back and
forth through the
clouds. Running from
their sadness in
their life. Jumping
from cloud to cloud.
Virginia B.

Rockstars being in a concert.
Of a TV show song.
My little brother being
silly. Being part of
a band. Makes me happy.
A person that is trying
to make people laugh.
People playing a song.
My dog barking. A
really nice person that
is happy and hearing
their favorite music.
Start to get crazy.
Makes a lot of people
happy. A nice sunny
day for people to be
happy for each other.
Jasmin C.

I see happy day.
The sun is shining bright
playing with friends and
having fun. Clouds changing to
different shapes and animals.
Playing a song.
Daisy F.

I see people playing
instruments that are making me
sleepy and singing. They are
doing it outside and getting money
for it. I feel happy and want
to dance to it and I want
to keep the song.
Angel H.

I feel happy. I feel
like if it was real.
I hear a good song like
if your friends are there. It goes
like ben ben pa pa pa pa pa. I don't see it but like if
my friends are playing and have
fun and a good time. I love it.
It reminds me of good times.
I feel like if it was so so
real. I do not have nothing
to say. I just close my eyes and
imagine. I love imagining.
Julissa S.

In the music
the day is sunny.
No wind near.
A seed planted
on ground. Water,
sun, and music
are in the seed.
It gets bigger
in days. The
flower is there.
It's a happy day.
David V.

Ms. Michel, 5th Grade

Poems Inspired by “Think” by Curtis Mayfield



A feeling inside that makes
you feel relaxed inside.
Like going on a boat
celebrating your daughter's birthday.
As you go on a
vacation to celebrate
at Hawaii, you
just lay
down watching
the sunset
as you
see the
waves so
up and down.
Samuel G.

The twinkle
of a shiny
star in the
sky. The salsa
of two people
in love. The song
the birds sing on
a silent night. The
sadness of a girl who
got cheated on by her boy
friend on a sad and rainy
day. Thinking back on all those
memories they had together
and those times they fought and
got back together, the times they
made each other gifts, and how they
surprised each other. How when they first
saw each other and fell in love, all those
wonderful times and when she felt bad
he would serenade her, and all those good
times go away and all the angels leave
and don't want anymore all of the things
they did. She came happy, left sad. The day
started out good and ended out to be bad. She
should've stayed at home like her parents
told her to, but she didn't listen. She
left to a tragedy.
Vanessa L.

The stars twinkling.
People dancing
in a slow motion.
Some people in love
and some being sad
for losing their love,
birds singing to make
them feel better and
fall in love. Like if
someone passed away
and they are remembering
his or hers good
moments and being with
them and remembering all
the good things
he or she did
for others.
Eddie L.

A sad man is seeing a star.
Kids play in the grass. A band
playing songs, people singing and
dancing, drums, flutes, and guitars
are making a beat. Then rain
is falling, kids wishing upon
a star, and people sleeping.
Luis O.

The light twinkles as
they play with the
beautiful birds
whistling. I hear
teachers telling
numbers 1, 2,
3, 4, 5 ...
People are dancing
so relaxed with
its partner. I
hear Indians
whistling to
each other.
Liliana R.

The music is a
bit sad.
Child, birds, the ocean, night sky, night
with stars, morning, sunset, children
are playing.
The world is
dancing with the
moon and the stars.
When angels are singing
like birds.
Mother, father, brother, and sister
let us sing now.
Peace to the world.
Amen.
Karen R.

It makes me
sad. And someone
is having a sad
day because
they are
lonely. It sounds
like a TV
show I
watch on
Sunday. It sounds
like he finds
a new friend
at the end.
It sounds like
my door bell.
It sounds like
someone is sitting
in school and
they have no
friend because
he or she is
a new kid.
Then when
he finds a new
friend he starts
to get happy
and plays with him
and he becomes
very very happy.
Jeremy S.

The ballerina is dancing
alone till the prince comes then
a ballerina dancing
with the prince and
other people dancing
with their loved ones.
This is all like a
romantic movie
with flowers and
doves flying every-
where. Every-
thing silence till
everybody is happy
and laughing, having
a great time. This
is like a wedding.
Joanna Z.

Ms. Hughesdon, 5th Grade

Poems Inspired by “I Knew You Would” by Peter Holsapple & Chris Stamey



I felt like somebody
was running. The song
feels relaxed. At the
end it feels like
Christmas.
Diego B.

A guitar on the beach
the sunset
while a person
running through the
beach and swimming
with the dolphins
the guitar on the
person laying on the
sandy beach and
swimming with
the mermaids
while laying on
a
beach towel
drinking a Coke
with ice.
Nancy C.

I hear the angels
they sing in Hawaiian
happiness
comes
the happiness
dies
oh, I hear cries
this is a sad mess
happiness comes
again people rejoice
birds sing
everything fades behind.
Salena C.

Someone is in a field of grass and just playing
what his heart desires. I think he is happy to just be
alone in a field and playing what his mood is.
He may be running with his guitar because he is
in a field of flowers and then fades because
he is leaving the field of grass.
Belen F.

As the flow of music
goes, I can see the world.
The rhythm shows me the
gentle seas, quiet deserts
and peaceful jungles. The
sound brings life to
everything in nature from
animals to humans.
Gustavo R.

Ms. Montoya, 5th Grade

Poems Inspired by “Birdman of Alcatraz” by Czech Philharmonic Chamber Orchestra (Shawn Lee's Ping Pong Orchestra remix)



Birds are chirping
fat man in a zoo
in Japan seeing an
elephant. It's showing
but he is playing
guitar and flute he
is so funny.
Alfredo C.

Footsteps of a leopard
as it looks at a bird
chirping, thunder
overhead. Everyone
is hiding.
Ramiro G.

A little bell wiggling its tail. A trumpet
getting used. The commercial of a big theater.
A little more rhythm. Drums hitting hard
and slow, soft. Someone dancing so
beautiful. A guitar with its strings.
A little band. Someone acting out
the music. A nice big flute. A band
person dancing. A nice piano who
I used to play.
Cynthia G.

There is a girl running in the forest.
Something happens. She went running home.
She goes and tells her father. They're scared. The
bells ring. There is a dance. There's a lot
of pressure.
Michelle M.

What I hear in this sweet
song is a piano, drums, a pretty
simple guitar and the nice tone of
it makes me feel that I am in the
forest. It makes me feel that
summer a fairy tale, tears of water
dripping, walking along by the street
cold and alone in the rain in a new
neighborhood. All new people about
to take the taxi asking where are
you going? I am going to a new
town.
Vani P.

The land is overtaken
by a witch, the wizard's
challenge is, winner gets
the land.
The fairy helps the
wizard, the wizard
is winning. The wizard
has won and won the land.
The new king is in the land.
Alexis R.

As the sun rises
the birds sing around
a tree.
A horse comes
by fast as if
it was lost yet
happy.
You can hear the
hollow wind, the
man on the horse
is going over
obstacles looking for
a road to somewhere
with frustration.
Finally sees the
light and goes faster
and gets closer.
The birds chirp
when he finds
the way.
Diana R.

Ms. Graefen, 5th Grade

Poems Inspired by “An Orchestra” by Stan Kenton/Robert Graettinger



This song has many feelings I can't
explain it but I'll try.
It has drama, I mean lots of drama.
Oh my it's scary.
Scary Movie. Tn, tn, tn, tn.
No clue.
Just lost.
Mixed feeling all over.
It is all over the place.
Let's dance.
Of course.
Do you want to dance?
It's very loud! I can't hear you!
60's, 50's. It's very old style.
It's all one opinion.
Alexandra C.

Mariachi are playing music. Batman in
the sky is trying to detect a bank theft.
What am I going to do? Mexicans dancing.
Big crime just hit the news, just
silence.
Diego C.

The song makes me think
that a bunch of cars are
stuck in traffic. Cars are
trying to get through. Finally
they start moving. Beep!! That's
what I hear. The music sounds
like the car horns beeping.
There is a sunset and the
street is so chaotic. So
peaceful and chaotic, not
a perfect match.
Magdalena F.

Bom bom here I come I
am the biggest giant!
La la la I can sigh?
I feel so happy I want
to dance. The music
goes high, low, don't know
what to do!!
Laela M.

Batman & Robin.
Something suspicious.
007.
Someone kissing.
A Jackie Chan movie with
Chris Tucker.
Black man with a trumpet.
Las Vegas.
A train.
The Matrix Vol. 3.
Tom & Jerry.
Star Wars.
A Marine on duty.
A Toyota.
Roberto R.

What I hear is music.
Loud music.
Scary music.
Music is loud scary.
Makes some people dance.
Music funny and fun.
It makes me say
humm.
It is weird jumpy.
And makes me say
wow.
Makes me see people in a haunted
house and looks
happy, jumpy, and scary at the
same time. Bigfoot looking for
someone. Makes
me say WOW.
Silvia R.

I exited
a house
because
my car broke
down. I said
hello, anybody
home?
I walk around
and
exited a room.
Suddenly, flying
instruments
making music
and I ran, and ran
but I could
hear it.
Julian V.

Mr. Heredia, 5th Grade

Poems Inspired by “Glue Avenue” by All Ones



It makes me think of a
sneaky cat,
a thief,
a quiet night,
a band,
a show,
a long road trip,
a bus,
a boring day.
Jacquelin A.

The sound changes.
The rhythm moves.
The band plays cool.
The sounds move.
The beat “booms.”
Javier C.

It starts normal and
spooky like Scooby-Doo.
After, it is like
someone is searching for
him. They found someone
and are chasing him. But
they lost him. Now
they start to search
again. Now it sounds like
they're getting closer.
But after a while
they lose him. And
they search and can't
find him. Lost they
leave with a surprised
face.
Daryl C.

The beat keeps getting louder
one by one instruments come
to the song
I feel like dancing
I feel like stomping my
feet to the beat
making my own lyrics
in the end the sound gets softer
and softer until it's
all over.
Amanda H.

The three spies are
in the creepy castle.
They are walking around
the castle and they
have to be super
careful not to step
on any traps or
else the ones of
the castle will get
them and they will
be busted. Also they
need to find the
mystery so they could
finish the mission and
find the mystery so
they could get out
safely from the castle.
Edgar O.

This sounds like a spooky haunted
house at the end of Death
Street.
This feels like a skeleton dancing
behind you,
like big trees falling down,
like a group working together.
Different modes (happy, excited, bored &
sad).
People dancing crazy,
a dog going up and the other
going down,
a person moving sideways,
a motor car.
Feels like calm.
Like an echo.
People playing down the street.
Adela S.

It sounds like a car
going down the street. It
goes and goes
until it sees the light.
Here now, he's
going down the street
yet again, now clapping
his hands. Down he sees
the light to greatness.
Daniel V.

The song feels as if someone is chasing
me. it is spooky, like if I was in a haunted house.
It sounds like if someone with a hat,
fancy clothes and their hands in their pocket
was walking down the street.
Carlos Z.

Last post of the year for me: "My Poems"

N.B.: This will be my last posting from the 2007 - 2008 school year at Shields. Some of the other teachers may continue to post for a few more entries. Posting will resume in fall of 2008, when the new residencies begin. Thank you for reading!

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After reading Nita Penfold's "My Poem,"--in which she describes her poems as "not polite ladies," who "won't sit still"--we discussed Penfold's method of describing her poems as people with their own will. We also talked about her use of the title as also the first line of the poem. I then asked them to write their own poems, "My Poems," or alternately, "My Words" (which could extend into other areas of language). These entertaining poems resulted; I felt like they were integrating a lot of the various imagery and tools we've experimented with this year.



Ms. Vilchis, Rm. 202, 3rd grade


My Poem Speaks
Andrea P.

My poem talks to me when
I don’t have nobody to
talk with. Or when I am sad
he confesses me and he
says funny jokes and words. But
my poem is a really good
speaker. He confesses me when
I am angry. But my poem
is the best.


My Poem Speaks to Me
Daniel R.

My poem speaks to me all the time
and we always play and in the night we
talk and we go to eat. We speak to
each other and we play games and
we go to sleep. My poem wanted to
sleep with me and always be nice
to each other, and my poem is the
biggest poem in the world, and he
acts weird and dumb. And he is
a bird and his wings are too small,
and when he speaks to me and then
he always falls down the stairs
and he is nice to me, and we go to
the park. We speak to each other.


My Poems
Sergio H.

My poems speak to me when I want
to read. My poems share the stories with
other people. My poem is a paper and on top
of the paper is a bird
that flies. And shows the paper
to other people.


Loud People in the Halls
Nicole O.

Loud people are in the halls
making lots of noise. Sometimes I
say to myself to be not
loud. When there’s lots of noise
I feel when there’s lots of noise
in the hallway I say to myself,
The girls and boys are so loud
and annoying and they’re so loud. I am
not loud at all.


My Poems
Maricela E.

appear on papers how the appear
in different ways
they appear like people
they could appear the
same poem once and
again it could
appear many ways
however you write it will
appear it could
be any way you want
they tell what to do


Mrs. Vazzana, Rm. 104, 3rd grade


My Poems
Victor P.

Cuando escribo, siento que me voy
a ser un niño inteligente.

Cuando escribo yo siento que
el papel se siente feliz.


Untitled
Luis M.

My poems keep my secrets.
My poems tell me, Run as fast as
you can, you can’t catch me.” My poems
act like two little brothers.
My poems don’t keep secrets from me.
My poems look like a sun because
they jump like in the folder. My poems
say thank you to me.


My Poems
Andrea R.

My poems come to my brain and come with me.
The peoples the teacher bring are scary sick.
When is Valentine’s? The teacher
is really beautiful.
When the teacher comes I write a poem to babies.
The day of moms I write a poem.
The teacher is really good poems because the poems,
the poems I write are not good.
I like the poems.
The poems are my favorite. When I write.
The people are really happy when I write the poems.
When the people see, and my mom says it’s the best writing.


My Poems
Esmeralda P.

The poems inspire me and
my poems are like family.
They are nice and sometimes
mean.

But they are always going to
love me and that’s never going
to change.

And I am going to love them
forever forever.

And I’m happy. I like my life.
March 26, 2008
Ms. Hamdan, Rm. B15, 3rd grade


My Poems
Angelica A.

My poems get that screaming.
They get annoying.
They get crazy.
They get nosy.
They get tired.
They get loud.
They get red.
They get heart.
They get too blue.
They get too mad.
They get too bloody.
They get blood on their hands.
They get too heart.
They get furious.
They get too much look.
They get very furious.
They get very sweaty.
They get burning.
They get drums in their head.
They get too loud.
They get too mad.
They get scared.
They get an idea.
They get too personal.
They get too sleepy.
They get too watery.
They get too much furious.
They get too softy.
They get too mad.


My Words
Sergio P.

come by my mouth
They give me answers
to make me smart and to
give me a start.
They’re not mean and they
don’t shout. They’re good
and nice.


My Poem
Moises A.

Writing poetry is like kicking a soccer ball.
But when I see it I go crazy. When I eat I think
my plate is a paper of poetry. I like dancing
with my friend Miss Poetry. I like dancing with
my friend Miss Poetry. I will have so much fun.


My Poems
Marcos B.

They’re like a man with
words all over him. Or like a
shoe but the words are shoelaces.
My poems come if I imagine
this. They come if I’m happy but
they come quiet. When I’m
sad they come to me screaming.
I like my poems and I’ll write them
all until it’s too late to play
with the words in all.


My Poems
Joel D.

My mouth is loud
My car is in the parking lot.
My mind is getting find.
My mouth is in the President’s house.
My car is far, in the Pacific Ocean.
My mouse is in the house.
My March is in the garage.
My name is in flame.
My friends are friends.
My bank is thank.


My Poems
Nestor H.

are the stars in the beautiful
night sky. How I get my
poems is like hair; when you
are a baby you start
out with little bits of hair.
Then as you get older
you get more hair. This is
how I get my thoughts.


My Poems
Jordy D.

keep making me write more
I feel my poem is going to
rip the paper if I stop
he’s not nice and he keeps
tapping me on the
shoulder,
I get mad sometimes
I tell my dad


My Poems
Jazmin N.

They way the wind blows me
and tells me something. They way the
clouds tell me what to writea dn
the way the air tells me to do.
The way in the night the soul of
me tells me to write this. The
soul of me wakes me up just
to write and write. When I go to
sleep my poems come to me
and would not let me sleep. Until
I write it.


My Poems
Giselle H.

My words come to me when I’m in a middle
of a dream. The words are like if they
jump out and say, “This is boring. I’m
leaving.” And suddenly you wake up and have
an idea. If you think it stinks don’t throw it
in the sink. They rhyme doesn’t need to
follow. They point isn’t needed. All you need is
inspiration. If at first you don’t succeed don’t
give up. And don’t fuss just try again.
If I daydream a word
stretches me back.

Work Poems

Poet, essayist, editor, translator, and former tenant lawyer, Martín Espada writes from the point of view a misunderstood worker in "Jorge the Church Janitor Finally Quits." Students read Espada's poem, discussed its messages regarding racism, pride and human dignity, then wrote work-themed poems of their own.

Ms. Fialkowski, 5th Grade

!!A Big Hair Cut!!
Erica A.

Who knows where
I'm from,
I'm from the
country of a stylist.
I've always cut hair.
There is hair on the floor.

Who can speak
my name,
I understand the
people in the salon,
looking at the chairs
like a car seat.
My name is lost
by everybody calling me.

What I do
is good,
I am good
at cutting hair,
but sometimes have
a bad attitude.
Maybe people will
some day understand why.

Untitled (Work Poem)
Claudia A.

There is my dad
working with cars
fixing them, painting
them.

I want to be
like my dad
but I do not
know how
to do that.

I always wanted
to be a model
or a singer
because I love
it so much.

Maybe I am
not going to
work on that.
I will change
my mind.

Martha the Hotel Cleaner
Jonathan R.

I have many friends,
the mop,
the vacuum,
and my hands.

I hear them talking to me
when I rest. Excited if one knows,
knows that we are kind, truthful,
and helpful.

The magic of my hands,
working until sore,
I don't get paid enough
for this, or make enough cleaning.

I'm not like the lazy lady on
the third floor. I can overcome
any job anytime.

Untitled (Work Poem)
Katy R.

When I grow up I want to be a
teacher. I want to let kids
know what I know. I want
to have a classroom, big and
clean one.

I could walk in the hall straight
to my mail box and see what
I have. I could go to lunch
and eat. I could grade work.

I could see what they're eating and
smell it, too. I could see a lot
of things in my classroom and
this is why I want to be a teacher,
to let kids know what I know.

Untitled (Work Poem)
David V.

Work is what I
do. I help
people in their
needs.

I wear a
clean suit.
Some good
shoes with
that suit. Also a tie.

I help them to
get money or I
save them. I get
a lot of
money. I had
to go to school
for that
job. It takes years
for me to have
that job. I am a
lawyer.

Ms. Michel, 5th Grade

My Future Job
Daniel A.

The job I want
in the
future would
be a super
hero
also I would
want to be a
super hero because
I like to help
a person in trouble.

Even if the
job is helping an
old lady cross the
street I would
like to
be there to help
the person
out.

But really
no one
will remember me
because I'll always
be out to help
people.

Then when I am
gone
I will probably
be known as
the
greatest man that lived.
And last they will
name

something after me
at least I was
a super hero.

My First Job
Alondra B.

Today is my
first day

as a kindergarten
teacher. I have
butterflies in
my tummy.

I really
hope it
goes well.

I don't
want a
noisy classroom

like mine in
kindergarten.

I hope that
they are angels.

Well that's
why I'm here.

To teach
them ABC's
and also 123's

now that
I think
about it
this won't
be quite so
bad.

Untitled (Work Poem)
Servando O.

I think that I want
to be a doctor because
I'd like to be a doctor.

I'd like to be a doctor
because I want
to be a doctor
because I want
to save lives.

I think
that's why I want
to be a doctor and
if somebody in my
house gets sick I
don't have to go
to a doctor.

Ms. Hughesdon, 5th Grade

The Veterinarian Technician
Marlene C.

I wonder if they see
me for who I am
not a person who
takes care of an
ant. They call her
the vet, not by
her name. They
bring her a lion
to check his mane.

waiters
Abel G.

they bring food and take orders
when the people eat there they
leave plates the waiters pick
it up the waiters have
hard times with customers
the customers complain all
day the waiters have to bring
the food fast also they have
to get to the customers' orders
fast too. sometimes they get
little tips and sometimes a lot
they work hard.

How It Feels to Be a Baseball Player
Jesus N.

No one knows how it feels
but it feels good.

It feels like you're the
best if you made it to
the major league

with hundreds of people
around watching you.

And when you eat seeds
on the bench with other players.

But when retirement comes you feel
like a legend and All Star.

Untitled (Work Poem)
Rodolfo P.

A soccer player
I would be the
number ten.

I would
also be
a good sportsman
I
would show
sportsmanship.

I would also
make my
team Chivas
win.

Untitled (Work Poem)
Gustavo R.

Aunt Maritza
works at Blockbuster
sells movies each day
stands there as an owl would
in a tree
stays there all day
and comes back at night

Ms. Montoya, 5th Grade

Untitled (Work Poem)
Ramiro G.

When I grow up I want to be
an astronaut because I could
explore space, find new
planets and float in a
space ship.

Soldier
Juan J.

As a soldier, life is hard. All the work
is what I hate. People disrespect me, as
a prisoner or slave. Using pistols the wrong
way or eating beans, that makes a big
beat. I shall quit, but not today. As in
a war, people in red, the gun fires, as I
watched it explode. This is the
day I shall quit. As I hide, no one
can find me. I went far away, as
I was dead. I have a great life
ahead.

Untitled (Work Poem)
Linet L.

My dad works.
My dad is a baker.
He does not like it.

You could see why
he does not like
it.
He gets home tired.
He works a lot.
You could see why.

I would like to be
a worker.
What job should I
choose?

May I be a police,
firefighter, or an
astronaut?

Could be.

Maybe I could be an
astronaut.
Could be hard
or easy.
Maybe.
May I make
friends.

I want to be
an astronaut.

It could be hard.
Seeing the stars
and searching for
more information.

Untitled (Work Poem)
Natalie T.

When I grow up I
would be a clothes designer.

My work is wonderful,
I can design a shirt, a
skirt, everything I want.
I have my store. I could
do clothes for famous
people, I could see my
art on people. There's many
things to make.

I could design a bag
with cars or flowers or
even flames. I could put
bells or dollars. I could
just use imagination
to create and sell, see
how wonderful I
can make it, any way,
it's wonderful.

Ms. Graefen, 5th Grade

Untitled (Work Poem)
Alejandro A.

The job I would like is a
soccer job, to play with
a team because
I could get
money for my
family.
Each game I play
I get at least 30 thousand
dollars or more and other
teams could buy me and
they may give me more
money, or the same.
I would like to
start with Manchester
United.

Nurse
Elva C.

Some people are
nice, some are not.

Some are sick
some are healthy.

In the hospital
everybody is
quiet. I can
barely hear the
sound of something
moving.

There's someone waiting
for me and I should
attend them.

To Work
Magdalena F.

The hardness of working.
The time you put into working.
Working so tiring.
Working so long
to work...
work, work, work,
work, work, work,
work.

My Job
Maggie M.

I don't like my job
I draw for a living
I don't like it cuz my art is like a
ghost
I draw but it's blank
Today I stop
I will draw but
not for a living

The Job I'll Have
Anthony S.

When I grow up I'm going to be an inventor.
The thing I'm going to do is invent stuff for
you. I will be working and working to put
something together. I will be drawing and
writing just to see what to do. I'm
going to like this job because I will be
drawing. I'm going to be an inventor and
invent things for you.

Mr. Heredia, 5th Grade

Untitled (Work Poem)
Samantha B.

No one does not care
what I do.
All they love is art.
I try, try and try
but once there
I wonder if the pencil
can move.

My art goes high in the sky
but no one sees it.
I wonder why, did I do
something wrong?
I will not draw any more.
Will they stop and see
that there is no more
of me?

Pete the Doorman
Stefanie M.

Standing by the door, Pete
realizes no one is passing by.
He is fatigued, so he places the
doorstop under the door.

He looks across the shallow,
hollow hallway, waiting to see
someone.

Finally someone comes, but
he's moving like a turtle.

Three hours later the lunch bell
rings. The person is barely coming
out when Pete takes the doorstop
out and slams the door, not
noticing the person.

I guess he was too hungry.

Untitled (Work Poem)
Fernando P.

People cheering in the stands
shooting round orange
balls in the
hoop.
Getting the ball, bouncing
it, thump, thump, thump.
When I shoot the
crowd goes wild
because I have the
best job in the
world.

The Teacher
Leslie S.

All I see is
white behind his back.
And his colorful clothes.

Talk, talk, talk.
This, that, this.
What is the capital
of the United States?

Sometimes sleepy.
Sometimes happy.
Sometimes cranky.

Grading papers
B's, A's, C's, D's, F's.
His pen in his hand,
nod, nod, nodding his head.
Disappointed.

Untitled (Work Poem)
Adella S.

No one knows how hard
it is to work late
at night
to cook and clean
to take care of a family
to keep a family alive
or to
take care of the loving
ones and take care
of yourself
to help one another or to
work as hard as you can to
keep the ones you love
safe and healthy

No one knows how hard it is
to work until you
try it

Collaborative Poetry

For the past two sessions, we've been experimenting with collaboration - two or more poets working to write a single poem. I brought in examples from Joshua Beckman and Matthew Rohrer's Nice hat. Thanks., which consists almost entirely of very short poems (some as short as two lines) and reads very much like two friends passing a notebook back and forth. The students took well to the light, casual tone, humor, and especially the non-sequitir bits. The undoubted winner from the examples I shared was:

I knew Spanish
before it was cool.

Often it's a challenge to know where to begin with such poems, so I brought a stack of around 60 index cards, each with a word written on it (like "tiger" or "sad" or "flying") as a topical jumping-off point - to help keep the students from waffling about what to write. "The more you think, the harder it will be!" I told them. An invitation not to think? Nope! An invitation to associate freely, which, I assured them, all poets should do often and with abandon!

They flew! The poems were wonderful and they had the most fun I've seen yet this year.

Mr. K., Rm. 205
3rd Grade

I lost my things
Edgar C. and Marco T.

I lost my PSP
I lost Bryan's big head
I lost Bryan Cruz, games
I lost my 50 dollar bill
I lost my grandma
I lost my dad's wheel

SECRET
Adrian M. and Michael G.

I have a secret Michael
That I am cool

My secret is that you are my best friend
but I am still, that I am cool

My other secret, I feel like flying
but I think we are still flying

Damien M. and Anthony P.

Everybody has two hands. We have two hands.
Hands are for writing. Hands are cool.
Goodbye hands. Hi hands. Goodbye hands.
Hands are not for slapping.

Elizabeth C. and Rocio R.

I have no one
I have the song
It is scary
It is boring
It is not fun

Ms. Sandoval-Johnson, Rm. 001
3rd Grade

Daniel and Cesar

I have an orange
and I ate it.
Your shirt is orange
my pants are blue.
The world is orange and people are too
dogs are purple
Hearts are destroyed
My friend is orange
and my parents are orange.
Tables are things to be on.
An orange is on a table and I ate it.
People are made of oranges.
How do tables and oranges dance?
They dance by couples, a table and an
orange get together to dance.
Why are oranges so good
to some people? They are good and
juicy. Why do bananas and oranges and apples fight?

Rosi P. and Roayma M.

I did a mistake
because you did not tell me.

I made a mistake
because I read your secret.

My mistake is
I eat ice cream in the
morning.

My mistake is
because I was late
for school.

My mistake is
I ride a bicycle.

My mistake is
because I didn't
know how to ride
a bicycle.

Have you made a
mistake in a
bicycle?

Yes, I have
had a mistake
because I rode
a bicycle when
I didn't know
how to ride it.

Ruben E. and Raymond C.

I saw a mouse in the house
and the mouse chased me
it ran so fast that it caught up to me
my friends came over to play with
me and the mouse chased them
because they were scared then they caught
the mouse by the mouse trap
it landed and it got caught.

Lisette and Jasmine S.

I have a dog
I love my dog

My dog loves to play
My dog loves to flip

I play with my dog
I like to play with my dog
hide seek

I take my dog out for a walk
on a cold day

My dog is very cold
because I found it in the street

My dog is cold
because it took a shower

My dog is stinky
because he doesn't take a shower

My dog is soft as
a pillow

Ms. Marfise, Rm. 002
3rd Grade

David F. and Ginel G.

Trick
Magic show
Cool tricks
Women cut in half
How do you know?
Because I've been to one to see it up front
You've convinced me alright

Veronica G. and Isaac H.

The news said it was going to
rain today
For real!
Yes, didn't you hear?
No, you're the one who could hear
news.
Were you brushing your news?
What do you mean?
I mean that you were brushing your
TV so you did not hear.
You are weird, bye.
Bye, see you later.
..

Want to dance in the rain?
Ok, let's go!

Want to dance in the rain?
How do you dance in the rain?
Drink the drops and run around
like crazy.

Hands
Ciro, Jeffrey, and Ricardo

My hands I use to cook.
My hands I use to swim.
I use my hands to turn on the TV.
I use my hands to open the water.
I use my hands to open the door.
I use my hand to say goodbye.

Isabel and Karen

An old man is lonely
I was lonely in the house
My own dad is lonely and scared

My dad is lonely
An umbrella is lonely in the basement
I'm lonely in Mexico
A donkey is lonely in the zoo
Lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely, I got nobody on
my own I'm Mr. Lonely.
I have the song of Mr. Lonely.

Ms. McCormick, Rm. 214
3rd Grade

Nelly Q. and Denise N.

A person crying is
very sad
sad and mad
as bad
the bear is sad
because he got sick
I was sad
because I'm mean
the bear so sad - why?
because...
he got shocked
he was scared
he is so brown
and he is so
fearless and
hungry every time
he goes to sleep.

Money
Isabel C. and Crystal A.

Money is
rich stuff
that I
like
to have
or not.

I love
money
because I
like to
buy my
stuff so
I can
go to
a party
and get
all fancy
and rich.

Me and
my best
friend go
to the
bank to
go get
my money
so I
can get
rich and
fancy clean.

Me and
my friend
are thinking
of building
money at
the bank
so we
can go
to a
rich store.

Wild
Gabriel S. and Alexis R.

Wild animal wants to wait
for the waves that
he just ate, he hates the
water he needs faith.

Nicolas V. and Ms. McCormick

I walk in the sidewalk with my dad.
Having a great day laughing and joking
and hungry
Yum! hot dogs with ketchup
and mustard
while we watch the Sox game.

Mrs. Rodriguez, Rm. 401
5th Grade

Andrea T. and Maria M.

Wild dog chasing a soft ant.
Little soft ant is very scared.
Wild dog running towards the bank.
The dog goes back home to rest.
The creep dog staring really sad.
But he finds hope with a new owner.
Then I see he found his owner.
And he will stick with his owner
for as long as he lives.
He will live with his rich owner.
And will never need anything
in his life.

Cynthia G. and Suranny D.

A lonely bird in a tree
is singing in a lonely tree
no one to see her
she is lonely and sad.

.

A girl is lonely in the park
she is playing in a lonely park
Why is she lonely?
Because her parents are not there.
She had no friends
to be able to play with.

.

Mrs. Rodriguez said goodbye
as she leaves lonely
Mrs. Rodriguez said goodbye
and she leaves in her lonely car.

.

I said goodbye now I'm lonely
I am lonely because she said goodbye
now what do we do
we should say goodbye.

Jesus and Jose

A working man is singing
in the heights, then what
happens to the working
man? He falls and breaks his
head. He comes back up
and falls again and breaks
his arm. He comes back
and the working man
lost his job and he goes
home angry.

The teacher works
the teacher works
oh why does the
teacher work? To teach,
teach the students that need
help.

Selena and Jacqueline

The planets all spin without
anger
The planets are spinning next to the
sun
The dog chasing its tail
and it fell on its bottom
The baby is spinning to get the
feet
All these things are so
bizarre, and it tells me
who you are.
All the cups are spinning outside just
to get a dog to fly to the planets.

Ms. Breen, Rm. 201
3rd Grade

Oscar and Alejandro

I have shoes. When I think
of shoes I think of black shoes.
I tie my shoe.
One black and one white.
I lost my shoe.
I lost my shoelace.
I found the shoe.
I found my shoelace.
I will wear my gym shoe.
I will wear my black shoes.

Joshua M. and Jocelyn M.

The wind blows the waves,
it blows me and you.
The waves blow us through
the town. In every town the wind
blows the waves then blows us,
the waves are nice to see.

Poem
Eric V. and Juan

We made a mistake
We fix our mistake
We think about our mistake
We think we're a
bad class
We tell the teacher we're sorry
We aren't a good class

Do you fix your mistake?

Andrew and Erik G.

I have a blue chair.
I have a blue crayon.
I have a blue nametag.
I have a blue car.
I blew my nose.
I played in the hose
blue blue blue what are we
going to do.
The Earth is blue.
I play in the ocean.
The pencil is red.
It's time for bed.

Josselin G. and Veronica A.

Red is like a heart
Red is your life
Red is like blood
Our teacher's shirt is red
Red is a color
Your lips are red
An eraser is red
Red is for Valentine's Day
Red is for love
Books are red
My friend's shirt is red
A balloon is red
Red is for the US flag
That's what is red

...

In the second week, I returned with the index cards and a new challenge, which was definitely a challenge: exquisite corpse, or as I introduced, "half-blind" poems. Poet A writes two lines, folds over the paper to conceal the first; Poet B writes two lines to follow Poet A's second line, then folds over paper to conceal all but the last line, and so on and so forth. Difficult to explain to adults, let alone third graders! BUT, once we did a few examples and I demonstrated how to fold the paper, I wound up with stacks of accordioned notebook paper filled with admirable work!

Mr. K., Rm. 205
3rd Grade

[...poems to come!]


Ms. Sandoval-Johnson, Rm. 001
3rd Grade

Steve B., Oscar O., Raymond C.

It was sunny then it got rainy.
It is cold and hot.
It is summer and winter.
It is winter.
It is cold.
It got warm. Then it got hot as a
pepper.
It is fall. And it is March.
April.
It is morning.
It is night.

Yadira A. and Alejandra I.

It was cold.
There was a loud tornado
Then the tornado destroyed the houses.
The tornado ran over a car.
It was very dangerous
I ran inside the house
And then the girl ran for mommy because
of the tornado
Then the tornado went away.
Another little girl said waaa all the
way home.
The tornado was spinning very fast.
Then a girl was giving hugs
when the tornado was on.
A tornado was on when a girl fell off
the roof.

Alex N., Cesar N., Jonathan V.

He had the coolest shirt in the whole wide
world that no one could resist it.
That morning as birds singing
as dogs and cats yelling
leprechauns running
a lucky charm in the air
trying to go to the sky all over the place
that hit some one's head yesterday
the park had an earth covered
as grass
has grass on it
nasty freckle juice
that smelled the worst as
a very wet dog
as a cat wet
as a car wash

Ms. Marfise, Rm. 002
3rd Grade

Veronica G. and Karen S.

I lost my teddy cat
it was pink with yellow in the ears with a green bow
One day I got lost in the forest it was scary
then I got out of the forest
I think you saw
a wolf, bear, and a coyote
One day I saw a dog lost
then I took it to his owner
I know I saw it.

Mireya A. and Amores M.

I love flying
in an airplane
In the clouds
and in the sky
did you say you like
flying in the sky
really high
pretty nice
I know it is pretty
nice in the sky
in the clouds
with the birds
I know it is nice
with the birds and the clouds
with the sun
really hot

Omar R. and David F.

I knew my teacher
before she knew me
she said "Hello, who are you?"
And then, I said my name.
Then I sat in my desk
and did my work
while she talked
and I ignored it.
I work
and then I talk.

Shalynn S. and Alina C.

I had hands
before your mama
the old days before
your grandma.
I was hot
before your mom
when I was your
birthday
your mama was born on
a leap year
before the year you
were born
you're very old like
dirt.

Jose, Xavier and Raymond

My little cousin is a pest
and he tied me on a rope
so I could swing
into the water.
I fell
belly up
and he started to whack me
he hit me with a stick
because he was trying
to steal from me
my game boy
my dad worked
hard to get it.

Ms. McCormick, Rm. 214
3rd Grade

Kiara M., Casandra S., Alicia D.

Around and round it goes
I see a top colorful
It looks like the colors are twirling
Colors mixing together
It is a rainbow
You could see it in your house
The colors are so pretty
Children love to play with them
Children love to get wet with them too
People put swimming clothes on to get wet with them
A toy that floats
When you're swimming.

Nelly Q., Denise N., Alejandra R.

I saw something in the forest
it was a
bird that flew away
then it went to
the tree
and then it flew back
it was a wild tiger
it was about to eat me
it was a big giant animal
it had black and orange
feathers
and his feet were black
then his face was more wild
when the wild tiger saw it was
a big bird flying
it was so scared that...

Crystal, Isabel, Nancy

There was a house
with clouds painted
with colors of every color
just like a picture painted
summer is fun
cold is done
spring is on
summer is coming up
so it might be fun
let's go swimming
swimming is fun

Mrs. Rodriguez, Rm. 401
5th Grade

Cynthia G. and Beverly A.

Hands do a lot of things
they are so cool
that they hang out with everyone
in the whole school
They have a reflection between their
open minds like a comet going to
space
People really like
dressing up for a party
Toys are so playful
There are different toys around the world
The most popular things I know are
computers, cars and flat screen TVs
The smartest class I know is
401 is very noticeable
like one whole brain.

Andrea T. and Maria M.

It is very dangerous. That big tiger it is.
He lives in the forest with pointy teeth.
Wish wish wish upon a star
that I would find a very good
friend.
He's really bad for you he could eat
in a bite.
Run little creature, run
and then we would play all day.
How could you play knowing a monster
is chasing after you?
Run little creature, run
without any worry and always have
so much fun.
But there's a big creature loving
to eat.
But run little creature, run.
At night me and my friend
would sit under the stars knowing
the monster is gone.

Ismael H. and Emmanuel M.

I looked at the sea
It was blue and deep
like the ocean
next to land
it was with people
it was filled
like a new bottle of water
from the store
we found it in books
it was as blue as the
sky
like when it is high
and saying bye.

Ms. Breen, Rm. 201
3rd Grade

Oscar and Erick G.

I saw a big, large orange
I throw a big orange
and it lands in the grass
I broke in half the orange
the big orange
in the sky.

Cynthia M. and Bianca V.

A tiger is a big cat.
It has a bunch of stripes
like a zebra
or a worm
it has a long tail
it has scary teeth
like a monster
or a shark
it goes wild
but sometimes it's calm
like a bird
or a hamster
it is not small
it is huge
is it a bear
or a whale?

Julie G. and Diana A.

I wear glasses.
Do you wear
for a huge party
for dancing
in parties?
I love to dance
to music.
I love parties.
So do I.
My big party is on
the street
of Julie's house.
Who is Julie?
Do you like Julie?
Yes I do.
Do you?
Can you party?
Because I do.
Because I love to.
I love to dance and party.

Demetric and Erick R.

The sky is blue
and folders are blue
I am a blue flower
I am a blue girl and boy
I am a blue elephant
and a lovely girl with
a blue skirt