Like cookies, fresh out of the oven.
Crispy, like autumn leaves,
Salty like the sea.
Left outside too long, they droop,
Like dead flowers.
They come from a lumpy, ugly home.
When separated, they huddle together,
Like penguins on a cold, Artic day.
Golden brown, like dirty blonde hair.
Piled high on your plate,
Like the tallest pyramid.
And drizzled with deep red sweet and sour sauce.
The smell of it can be overwhelming,
But once you’re done, you want more and more,
Like a gambler.
By Alisa, 6th Grade[audio http://wits.files.wordpress.com/2013/04/04-sweet-and-sour-4-4-13.mp3]
Click the link above to listen to the poem read on KPFT radio by Kllana Fuller, an 8th grader at Johnston Middle School For the Performing and Visual Arts in Houston.
This poem is featured as part of the 2013 A Poem a Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by Writers in the Schools (WITS) that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click here to learn more.
Special thanks to Susan Phillips, an independent radio producer in Houston, who recorded and produced all the poems for the WITS A Poem a Day campaign.Share this entry: