My Favorite Toy

Posted September 8, 2014 & filed under Poem, Student Writing.

My favorite toy was a bird that could fly.
It was blue, red and yellow with a black beak
and its eyes were greenish blue.
Its feathers were soft and thin.
It looked real and could hatch eggs.
My parents gave it to me one Christmas.
It felt fluffy and could sing and talk.
I used to play with it all the time but then I lost it.
Some days I still look for it.
But where on earth has it gone?
I do not know,
maybe it was so real that it flew away.

by Emily, 3rd Grade

Sky

Posted December 11, 2013 & filed under Notebook.

The sky looks like soup or wallpaper

it’s all gray and still and thick

All I see are black birds in the trees

By Jaxson, 3rd grade

Red Bird

Posted November 13, 2013 & filed under Notebook.

In the woods

I see a red bird.

Tat, tat, tat.

A train races by

but the bird

stays still,

like it’s made

out of clay.

By Cole, 2nd grade

Collage

Posted April 11, 2012 & filed under Notebook.

 

The cage was covered in an

elegant cloth,

with a practical bird

inside.

The sign was actually a

picture,

with a person fleeing

in the forest.

To the villagers this was

common, as ordinary

as can be.

A miracle was

necessary, to have

a success.

A sound reflected

in the silence

from the shallow

water,

a ripple

made a gentle

sound,

an equal to the world’s

finest picture,

the freshness of justice

and the evergreen

scent of nature.

Fire never wanted

a truce with water

but thought it was

foolish otherwise.

Oh, the wonders!

by Camille, 3rd grade

Click the link (above) to listen to the poem read on KPFT radio by Christine Bowyer, a 4th grader from Parker Elementary.
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This poem is featured as part of the 2012 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.

The Birds

Posted February 10, 2012 & filed under Notebook.

They sit on the wire

looking down at

us in our cars

thinking about

what it must be like

to be human

and wait for a

traffic light to

turn red,

green, red.

By Alex, 9th grade

How to Sing

Posted May 14, 2009 & filed under Notebook.

Thank you, deer,
for giving us food.

Thanks, birds, for
teaching us how
to sing and
teaching us
how to fly!

Thank you, snake,
for teaching us
how to creep!

Ben, 2nd grade

 

art by Charley Harper

The Thousand Winds

Posted February 14, 2008 & filed under Notebook.

Here comes the wind
blowing through my silk hair.
The wind is floating me up
in the sky and the feel of
clouds touching my injured body,
waking me up,
telling me Listen and
Look at yourself,
You’re fine, and
No more injuries.
I’m being healed,
and I feel as if God touched my
heart and made me a beautiful dove.
Flying through the
baby blue sky,
now the
taste of
the wind
blows
through my mouth,
and wind makes
my imagination
go enthusiastically crazy.
Oh! how
great the breeze feels
through my white
silky feathers.

by Theresa Rubio, 3rd Grade


Illustration Friday – Wind
Originally uploaded by A Little Hut to flickr

The Osprey’s Nest

Posted December 20, 2007 & filed under Notebook.

I am the tree with
a bird’s nest on me under the clouds
and the Southern sky. It feels good
as the wind blows on my crooked neck.
I am leaning to the side
with only one leaf, because
they all blew away except
that one, and I will not let go.
My friends are silent, as
though we shall not move from this place
where it is green land unless someone
moves us. As the sun sets the nest on
my head, the owner and their babies
come back with a worm in their mouths.
And the sun sets and sets and sets,
while the moon comes up.

by Karson, 3rd grade

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Writing in Nature

Posted September 17, 2007 & filed under Notebook.

I feel surroundedrobin-bird-by-webted-via-flickr.jpg
I feel relaxed
because the forest is

very silent. The sight
is beautiful. The trees

are big. I feel as
if I shrunk.

I see a bird. It
lands on my arm.
I touch it and

I realize that
this is the

perfect place
to be yourself
and to feel freedom.
I feel relaxed
and peaceful.

by Erika, Neff Elementary