Baseball

Posted May 18, 2010 & filed under Notebook.

Somebody gave me a baseball
with its unique color of orange.
When you throw it, it feels
like a torpedo passing by you
with its wind of might!
People can’t wait to ask about
my baseball, one by one.
Then somebody gave me a poem.

By Dylan, 4th grade
[photo by maybellineK via flickr]

Ode to a Homerun

Posted March 9, 2009 & filed under Notebook.

Load
Step
Swing
The ball flies off the bat
As if to touch the stars
I start to trot
To first base
The ball clears the fence
With ease
My fist goes into the air
In excitement
The crowd roars
For I just won the game
With one swing of the bat
I round second
Then third
Finally home plate
The team greets me at home
With congratulations
And high fives
I am the hero
I just won the game with
My first homerun.

By George
[photo by beaucoup_fish via flickr]

Play Ball!

Posted April 25, 2008 & filed under Notebook.

Baseball season is here, and to celebrate the start of America’s favorite pastime, our class wrote poems.

I encouraged my students to think about their favorite sport or activity as the topic for their poem; they did not necessarily have to write about baseball. Before writing, I asked students to brainstorm a list of words and phrases describing what they saw, heard, and touched while they played their sport. They also brainstormed words that described their sense of movement while engaged in the activity.

The students wrote about swimming, gymnastics, and basketball, and the poems were a great way for me to learn more about my students’ interests outside of school.

Baseball

I am sweating, I’m hot, 5th inning

I’m on my first homerun

This time another pitch

I swing, strike one

Another one, strike two

He throws it, I swing

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh

Bam boom

Bam, over the gate

I’m going to 1st, going to 2nd,

I’m going to 3rd, going to Home

And they get the ball from over the gate

Almost home

They throw it to the pitcher

They’re fast for third graders

And the pitcher throws it to home

The umpire says,

Safe, safe, safe!

The game is over

We won The Game.

By Deon, 3d Gradeamy lin

You can see Deon’s enthusiasm reflected in this poem, and the choice of details takes you right to the ballgame.

posted by Amy Lin, Writers in the Schools

(photo by WisDoc via Flickr)

Baseball: Last Year and Now

Posted April 4, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.


baseball-then-and-now.jpgI used to get dirt in my eyes.
I used to miss the ball.
I used to get hit by the ball.
I used to fall down.
I used to hit my head.
I used to go the wrong way.
I used to stare at people.
I used to run out of breath.
I was five.

Now
I don’t get dirt in my eyes.
I don’t miss the ball.
I don’t get hit by the ball.
I don’t fall down.
I don’t hit my head.
I don’t go the wrong way.
I don’t stare at people now.
I have my own jersey.

By Randolphus, age 6
[photo by Kelthortum via Flickr]


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