Posted August 30, 2007 & filed under Notebook.

I am little.
When I die
I will come
Back like that!
I have
My mouth is like
A beak.
I can fly up
To space.
I have less
My ears can hear
Around the world.
I’m the
Most strongest of

Even if I’m small, I can
Carry 100 trees.
Even if I
Look mean, I’m nice.
And I
Am a Dragon.
My name is
Dragon Kenya.
I can turn into

by Kenya, 3rd grade


In my Head

Posted August 29, 2007 & filed under Notebook.

travis-art-305-003-1.jpgIt is a royal palace with stone

walls hiding such admirable
beauty, you could watch it all day long.
It is a horrible fire that absolutely
no one could put out.
It is the agitated wasp stinging
all the furry little animals in the forest.
It is the little mice playing around
in the great big field.

by Ivy, 3rd grade

Phone Number Music

Posted August 28, 2007 & filed under Notebook.


Going down the trumpet vines
Swirling, music whirling in
My ears like a butterfly flying
Through soft melodies, soaring
In the skies from violins, sweet
String and a playful dog
Jumping happily away.

by Isabelle, 3rd grade

See the WITS Kids on TV

Posted August 24, 2007 & filed under Notebook.

The 2007 Writers in the Schools Young Writers Reading will be televised by Houston MediaSource next week. The program will air at the following times on Comcast 17, TV Max 95, and Kingwood 98:

Thursday, August 23, 2007 at 4:30 PM

Saturday, August 25, 2007 at 2:00 PM

Thursday, August 30, 2007 at 4:30 PM

Saturday, September 1, 2007 at 12:30 PM

For a list of the students who were chosen to perform at these events held in May at The Menil Collection, click here and here.

My Dog

Posted August 23, 2007 & filed under Notebook.

My dog is cool to have for a pet.
Dogs come in many sizes.
They are big and small.
I like to have a big dog.
My dog is brown, and her eyes are baby blue
I will remember when my dog was small.
Now she is big and strong,
and she’s older too.
I think she’s 21 years old.
My dog is a faithful friend.

by Crystal, Boys & Girls Country

Two Minutes

Posted August 22, 2007 & filed under Notebook.

Two minutes
Me and my boys
Two minutes
in the hood
Two minutes
seen the haters
Two minutes
seen the colors of the rags
Two minutes
heard the buck shots
Two minutes
ran like fire ants
Two minutes
My boys buck back
Two minutes
Lil Frank was gone

by Frank, 9th grade

Note: This poem was written by a student in a juvenile probation facility. Writers in the Schools (WITS) offers programs to young people in detention centers, boot camps, and rehabilitation programs. Writing, and creative expression in general, can offer these kids a chance to “have their say,” and they often have a great deal to say.

It’s Tough Being A Kid

Posted August 21, 2007 & filed under Notebook.

It’s tough being a kid now days. For example,
being in fourth grade is more than enough to say.
It’s like being in a masquerade.

Taking tests almost every hour of the day. When
I take tests I develop some special kind of power.
Even though my brother torments me day and night
while I’m trying to study.

It’s tough being a kid now days.

Stacey, 4th grade


Posted August 20, 2007 & filed under Notebook.

I wish I could take abig-cloud.jpg
fluffy cloud home
and feel the softness.
I wish I could take
a cloud home and bounce
on it like a trampoline.
I wish I could go home,
lie on my bed, and
use a white fluffy
cloud as a pillow.
I wish I could keep
a cloud forever.

by Marden, 2nd grade

Silver and Gold

Posted August 17, 2007 & filed under Notebook.

Can we meet at the bridge?golden-gate-bridge.jpg
Will you promise to be there?
Your eyes are like diamonds
shining in the sun.
Clouds drift away, and
raindrops stop.
You rise like a flame
on the mountaintop.
I am like silver, and
you are like gold.

I am like silver, and
you are like gold.
On the mountaintop
you rise like a flame
and the raindrops stop and
clouds drift away.
You shine like the sun.
Your eyes are like diamonds.
Will you promise to be there?
Can we meet at the bridge?

by Javier, 9th grade

How I Get My Ideas

Posted August 16, 2007 & filed under Notebook.

Sometimes you just have to change
the things of the real world
into another story. Sometimes
you have to walk back and forth
then all of a sudden you hear
the ants talking to you.
When you look at the sky
the birds ask, “How are you today?”
Since no one is the ruler
of the world, start drawing yourself
holding the earth. Draw
yourself at the top of the earth.
and seeing other planets. Look
at the mirror and see
your reflection: you will go
through the mirror
and you will be at a throne.
You will have a long beautiful red cape.
All the animals are together,
and there are stars inside.

by Amy, 6th grade


digital collage by Robin Madden

The Wait

Posted August 14, 2007 & filed under Notebook.

It’s a wiki wiki world that I’m seeing these days. Wondering about my life and how it’s going to be the next day.
You think about the good and bad.
But take a look at this life of mine and all you see is bad times.
Sometimes you wonder ‘til you can’t wonder no more.
Think of happiness – and people – but think, it isn’t so.
So I wonder how light is going to shine on nothing in this life of mine.
I sit back and watch
And wait
For the light to shine.

by Andrew, UCP High School/High Tech Program


Biography of Chesney D.

Posted August 10, 2007 & filed under Notebook.

Chesney was born and raised in a family that is real hot-headed. She has two tattoos. Her mom knows about both of them. Her daddy doesn’t really know, and she’s not planning on telling him. She has a habit of shopping non-stop. She cannot make eggs for nothing. This girl is petrified of heights and bugs. She can tie a cherry with her tongue. It’s easy for her to make jewelry out of money. Her daddy used to drive trucks, and she got to see Mount Rushmore once. They also moved 20 times in 6 months. When she was born prematurely, her daddy got her this kitty cat that she still has. Chesney just started taking guitar lessons. She cannot live without her purses or Baby Phat or her cell phone. She has been collecting crystal and snow globes since her 7th birthday. Chesney’s favorite character is Winnie the Pooh, and she is addicted to shopping, money, and jewelry.


by Chesney D.
UCP High School/High Tech Program


Posted August 9, 2007 & filed under Notebook.

You’ve been dreaming
for now and forever.
What now?
Endless possibilities now open,
breathing life into a
bloom of the blue…

by Hector, UCP High School/High Tech Program


Artwork also by Hector A.

The Man on Go Lucky Lane

Posted August 8, 2007 & filed under Notebook.

Mr. Happy was born on April 1st, and everyone said he was a joyful baby who laughed a lot. His favorite food as a kid was pancakes made in the shape of smiley faces and Fruit Loops. During the day he liked to spray water on people and work on his comics and cartoons. He told jokes to whoever would listen.

When Mr. Happy got older, he moved to a house on Go Lucky Lane. Why? Because he married a woman named Ms. Down. Luckily, Mr. Happy never got depressed being around Mrs. Down. Every day he woke up in a good mood. He drove his little matchbox car to the circus where he worked as a clown. He loved hanging out with his best friend Crusty. They bounced around, laughing and making noises like, “beep, beep, vroom, vroom.” For lunch they ate loads of Laffey Taffey. Afterwards they practiced tumbling and juggling.

At home in the evening Mr. Happy always watched America’s Funniest Home Videos. Then he watched Simpsons and Family Guy. When he got tired, he usually listened to some music. His favorite song was “Joy to the World.”

–a collaborative story by Trevor, Megan, and Patricia, high school patients at TIRR


Poetry Slam: The Next Generation

Posted August 7, 2007 & filed under Notebook.

The national poetry slam comes to Austin next week. Here are the details.

DATE & TIME: Saturday, Aug. 11th, 3:15 – 4:45 pm
PLACE: Ruta Maya World Headquarters, 3601 S. Congress, Austin TX
For more information, contact the Texas Youth Word Collective.

HYPE: What do you get when you combine the Texas Youth Word Collective’s Austin Under 21 Poetry Slam with the National Poetry Slam and Austin Poetry Slam? One incredible afternoon of spoken word artistry! Come hear some of the best youth slammers from across the country compete for the title of National Youth Slam Champion!

Here’s the stage for the next generation, open to all poets under the age of 21. The slam will be hosted by Kim Holzer (Durham, NC), Saturday, August 11th, 3:15 – 4:45 p.m., Ruta Maya Int’l Headquarters, 3601 S. Congress, D-200, Austin. Free.

And be sure to check out the rest of the National Poetry Slam! A Youth Writing Workshop will take place on Friday, Aug. 10th, 2:30-4:00, at the Hideout Upstairs. The competition will involve more than 300 poets competing and reading at many of the venues that serve as home to performers during Austin’s famed SXSW Conference. This year’s NPS will draw audiences numbering in the thousands to the premier annual showcase for performance poetry. The event will culminate with the Individual Finals show on Friday, August 10, and the Team Finals show on Saturday, August 11; both events will be at Austin’s historic Paramount Theater, home to sold-out poetry competitions when Austin hosted the National Poetry Slam in 1998 and 2006. Tickets for both events, as well as passes for the entire week of competitions, readings, and late-night shows, will be available at gettix.net.

Broken Mirror

Posted August 6, 2007 & filed under Notebook.

Hope is thought of as an acorn providingreflection.jpg
food for young animals,
a reflection still showing in a broken mirror,
a weed growing in the cracks of the sidewalk,
a small rosebud on a plant,
a symbolic flag seen through the smoke of a battle field.
Hope is the glimmer in a young child’s eyes,
a light through the fog,
the raindrops on a tree leaf.
It is an egg cracking.
It is the birth of an idea

by Susanna, 9th grade, Bellaire High School

A Poem by Adolfo

Posted August 3, 2007 & filed under Notebook.


Today let’s scale a modern mountain.
A tradition of integrity, take it for a spin
Act now
Go the distance
Up against the wall
with possibilities
But to last,
Finish big.

by Adolfo, age 6

Blue by Javier

Posted August 2, 2007 & filed under Notebook.

Blue is sad,blue-ice-by-jt-photo-via-photobucket.jpg
something like mad or bad,
but always experienced.
Blue is cold,
a shivering feeling,black
usually when you’re scared or experiencing death.
Blue is scared,
a fearful thing to experience.

It happens to everyone.
Blue is water,
a very gentle thing,
but at the same time black
drowning and killing.

Blue is death,
you never know when it’s coming.
All you can describe it as is
or nothing but cold.

by Javier, 5th grade
Cloverleaf Elementary School


Posted August 1, 2007 & filed under Notebook.

I am the color yellow, bright and vibrant wherever I go.
Imagination fills my brain and
happiness covers my face. I smell
sunshine and confidence that
encourages my strengths.
I am the color yellow.

by Courtney, 9th grade, Bellaire High School