If I Were Wind or Rain

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If I were the rain I would shimmy down into houses by leaks and chimneys for fun and because I feel like sliding on water slides. I would also like to drift in the ocean to clean up dirty waters.    If I were the wind I would fly over the clouds whistling a happy… Read more »

Star Bright, Star Light

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I looked up into the sky, And saw a young star. I asked the star to speak to me of freedom, And the star replied, Nothing in the world will ever be given to you, Gabe. Everything, you must fight for. You see…the world will put chains with locks on you… And everything you love…. Read more »

The Friend Flower

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    Someone brought me a sunflower. Bright yellow like shiny gold. The fragile petals tickle my hand. My heart fills up with seeds starting to sprout. Someone brought me a sunflower  and I put it in my hair. By Helen, 2nd grade

It’s #GivingTuesday 2019

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Literacy is a gift that lasts a lifetime. Writers in the Schools (WITS) welcomes your support this #GivingTuesday (December 3, 2019).  You can donate via FaceBook or through the WITS website. Our thanks goes out to you!  

Blessings for our Janitor

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WITS Writer Marcia Chamberlain shares this blessing: a 2nd grader wrote this beautiful poem for Mr. Sanchez, the custodian at Oak Forest Elementary.   May you always walk with pride. May you always dream of brooms and mops. May your friends have respect for you. May the wind push you on. May you never feel… Read more »

Christmas Tree Tradition

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  The tree, Alone, Standing in the corner The middle of May Five months past Christmas Me My sister Begging for the tree to stay A bit more   It looks so graceful. It almost feels as if The tree My family We’re all glowing A deep soft warm Yellow shimmer In the spirit of… Read more »

Found

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  A nine-year old girl Face light and smiling Yet a line of regret on her face Rushing to hug her mommy Laughing and laughing and laughing Because she is so relieved In the bright and beautiful shine of the sun A mother asking, shouting, “Where have you been?” In the familiar light Of her… Read more »

A Life Filled with Tenderness

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Dear friends, What does it mean to live a life “filled with tenderness”? Is it opening a door for a stranger, sharing lunch, lighting a candle? These grey winter days can feel overwhelming, as though we are being asked to do more than is humanly possible. And yet…. And yet I remember the days in… Read more »

Ekphrasis

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Run. Run and hide from the world and reality. Run until you are free of this world, of this place of laws and truths. Run until you find a place where anything could happen: the Narnia in your closet. Escape from judgement and the restrictions that come with it. Embrace the darkness, the morbidity. Let… Read more »

On This Porch

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  On my parents’ porch, I feel a gust of air as I walk out the screen door. Am I hot? Am I cold? No. I am just right.  But even here, there’s a twisted feeling in my gut, my long lost dog sits in ashes on the top shelf of my parents’ desk. The… Read more »

Playground

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The trees sway in the wind, dancing upon our eyes. The joy-filled kids swarm past us like a flock of angry geese. The mud bestows heavy layers of stains at the tips of my shoes, leaving them with a brown bumpy concoction. The blades of grass at my feet tickle my toes, while the mulch… Read more »

A Hungry Dog at Thanksgiving

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If I were the dog, at Thanksgiving I would say: That chopped liver smells good. I hope they drop some turkey. I want to taste that. I think I see dessert. This is so noisy. When is it going to be over? I think I like everything here. I will just jump on the table…. Read more »

A Travel Guide to My Heart

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  Welcome to hot, humid Houston. If you travel northeast, you might find a place I love most: my home. You can take a right and find a wonderful white house. It’s so special with my mom, dad, my 5-year old brother, Sam, my 8-day old baby brother, Shepard and my two dogs, Gus and… Read more »

Nadiyah’s Island of Cats

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If I had my very own island, it would be near Hawaii. What makes my island special is the fact that it has all the cats in the world. My mom, sister, grandparents, aunt and baby cousin live there. (No boys allowed, except for my grandfather.) My island has crystal blue water and white beaches…. Read more »

Minute Maid Park

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  Minute Maid Saturday! Five forty five  A.M. Screaming, booming Jose Altuve, Orbit, Carlos Correa Play games, eat ice-cream Two months! Happy. by Anthony,  2nd grade

Texas Teen Book Festival Hits Austin on October 7th

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The Texas Teen Book Festival brings nationally known YA authors from across the nation for readings, writing workshops by WITS’ sister program Badgerdog, and even a literary costume contest. Participants in the FREE event will get to meet Renee Watson, Jason Reynolds, Marie Lu, Adam Silvera, Jennifer Mathieu, and many more. WITS student Pearl R…. Read more »

Houston

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Summer melting into Fall a perfect morning letting the wind wash over you on the porch. Lime Ice reminds you that the sweaty days are over. You enter the realm of cool breezes. Gleeful children run through the streets laughing, returning home to dinner, garden fresh.   by Lila, 5th grade