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The boy skips along the beach
In his paradise.

He stops and watches the foaming waves
In his paradise.

A crab scuttles around his feet
In his paradise.

The water laps against his toes
In his paradise.

The sand is his castle now
In his paradise.

He’s the king of all the beach
In his paradise.

He lies down on the sand, and
He’s in his paradise.

by Kevin, 4th grade

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The snake slithered through the garden,
The buzz of a bee,
The ribbit of a frog,

The snake slithered through the garden,
The roar of a lion,
The dance of war,

The snake slithered through the garden,
The oak tree whispers in the wind,
The beach’s salty rain poring down,

The snake slithered through the garden,
No where to run,
No where to hide,

The snake slithered through the garden,

The snake slithered through the garden,

The snake slithered through the garden,

The snake slithered through the garden.

Nicole, 9th grade

Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
A horse is trotting over land.
Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
The horse is running faster to the river.
Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
The horse has jumped off the cliff to the river.

Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
She is in the water.
Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
She is swimming on her tummy.
Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
Hurry, hurry, she is swimming.
Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
Oh no! The horse is swimming toward the waterfall.

Sheshonshor Sheshonshor. Time has stopped.
Sheshonshor Sheshonshor. Time is back.

Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
The horse is gone.
It is a shame to see it fall.

Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
It is night. Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
The ghost of the horse is alive!
Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.
The horse is furious.
Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.

The horse is trotting to Mexico
where she was born.

Sheshonshor Sheshonshor.

by Chandler, 3rd grade

If I could fly
I would see the
top of the forest
and hear the
firm winds blow.
I could fly far
to the top of a
mountain and
see the bottom of the
ocean floor. The
whole world would be
free. There would be
peace and no
judgment. If I could
fly, I would leave my
illness behind and
stay in the sky.

by Bertin, 7th grade

Come with me
Let’s start a new story
Wake me up
from my past dreams
with the kiss of the future
Walk me to the balcony
Grab me by my hand
Let’s jump out of this bad plan
and maybe we will wind
up in the future
Boom. Are we there?

by London, 12th grade

It happened all of a sudden like my life was ending in front of me.
Water rushing through the door like surfing on a beach.
Climbing in the attic like dogs starving for food.

We had to walk through dirty water with the wind raging in every person’s ear.
It bothered me and made me want to stop, but I did not give up.

Right now I’m in a safer place in Houston,
but every time I walk by the canals I can see all my family and friends
wading through the water and I cry.
Feels like a piece of my heart is still missing.

And every night I wonder if it will happen to me again,
But instead of living through it, I die.

by Destiny, 6th grade

the sun shining as I walk,
as the water runs out, children splashing each other
tamales my mom makes in the kitchen
watching how delicately she turns them on the stove
cars stopping every second
children trying to earn money by putting fire in their mouths in the streets
going down to get in a train
hearing the motor’s jerking sound
air blowing in my hair as the train passes,
moving place to place,
how beautiful to be home.

by Liliana, 6th Grade

I’m turning nine,
but I still look back and see pictures of me.
I see pictures of my mom going on every field trip I had,
and in every picture I looked into, I saw my mom and me.
I stopped and looked at a picture of my mother and me on a swing.
I saw another picture that made me stop:
I was on a horse.

You tell me that it is too early to be looking back,
but that is because you have forgotten,
that it was very fun to do so many things that I can’t do now.
If you love kids and they ask you to play, think about what you felt
when you asked your parents to play with you.
When I was little I would always pretend I was a witch.

But now I am nine.
I ride bigger horses.
I swing with my legs free.
I’m going to pass up my mom sooner or later.

by Mariella, 4th grade

Black bike tracks on the hard cement
The crazy driver zipping down the street
The pears on the pear tree in the back yard
growing as slow as molasses.

My mom rushing to get to work
Me erasing so many times my eraser is dust
Drawing so fast, my hand falls off.

Watching my dad eat a whole large cheese pizza
My sister waking up because of her alarm (the alarm is me)
Writing a 100 page story so fast, my pencil gets to be only half a centimeter long
Going fishing so long, I fall asleep while holding the fishing pole.

Being hungry enough to eat two whole elephants
Having white teeth that are so white that no one can see you because
the shininess of your teeth blinded them
Writing so hard, I make a hole in the paper.

by Eden, 4th grade

I am the moon reflecting off the calm, blue water.
I am a balloon drifting higher and higher, hovering above the clouds.
I am a raindrop plummeting down from the bright sky.
I am a tree feeling the nourishment from the sun.
I am the leaves fluttering down from a magnolia tree.
I am the water flowing down the river swiftly and rapidly.
I am the bird flying over the horizon.
I am the spirits escaping into nothingness.

by Sophie, 4th grade

Dear Pluto,

It’s us, we are kicking you out.
Your ego was the size of the sun,
And you’re no longer considered to be one of us.
Have fun in another galaxy!

The Solar System

P.S—You left some of your moons;
we expect that you’ll be by to pick them up.

by Emily, 9th grade

The lions are roaring
with temper.

The traffic is running
in terror.

The dolphins are leaping
in happiness.

The people are rushing
to the shop in the market.

I am resting, trying to
get some sleep.

The fire is burning
with fear.

The cars are driving
with speed.

The mother is resting
to sleep.

A girl who wants
to sing,

The world about
to spin,

The wind blushing
in trees,

With my mother,
With me.

by Anh, 3rd grade

The waves of a calm river
Bashing the deep sea green
Hugging the shore and the trees
The leaves whispering
Into the water
Its fast-rushing waves
Dashing to the waterfall
Seaweed draping the river’s floor
And the splashing of its heart
Splish, splash, splash.

by Maya, 4th grade

My thumb is like a tough, bold soldier who lived in the war.
My index finger is like a mother, always pointing.
My middle finger is like a snobbish finger from Paris.
My ring finger holds up all the rings from my other fingers.
My pinky is smaller than a short pencil.
The lines on my hands are like different rivers running through the Rio Grande Mountains.
My hands stretch for the stars in the moonlit sky.

by Takiesha, 4th grade

You can speak in all kinds of languages.
You can speak in bird calls.
You can speak English.
You can speak however you want.
Always remember that the words are coming out of your mouth.
You can speak in Spanish.
You can speak anything to anybody. It’s always up to you.
You can speak “country.”
I am Hakeem, I speak English.
I want to learn Spanish.
It’s very good to speak Spanish, African, Jamaican, Chinese, and Japanese.
It’s how you speak in your mind, and that’s how it’s going to be.

by Hakeem, 3rd grade

Birds in trees
sing out their hearts
to fill the air
with lovely songs.

I hear the birds
whispering to themselves.
I see other birds
fly up to the sky.

Then the birds stop
singing. I close
my eyes,
but they’re nowhere to be

As I walk
away I feel
as if I want to
fly in the air
and sing out
my own heart.

by Milischent, 4th grade

Oh, emerald green, you are slippery and wet
You tumble like the grass

Oh, emerald green, you whisper secrets in the night
You are like an emerald green window

Oh, emerald green, I can’t sleep without you
You glow in the night

Emerald green, I see you with my eyes closed
I feel you inside my head

You make me think of a twirling acrobat
You are bright and wild

You clap like thunder
You shake, rattle, and roll

Emerald green, I love you so much
You make me laugh, you make me cry.

by Trevor, 11th grade