Bravery is getting in a car.
It’s being in fourth grade.
The fearless body.
Bravery is skydiving.
It’s a roar of a lion.
The whistle down the sky.
By Alvan, 4th grade
Photo by Axel Buhrmann
via Flickr
Posts Tagged: children
Childhood
The feeling of being a little kid
having no worries
nothing you do is wrong
the fun of the toys
birthday parties
stuffed animals
how could you know that in just a few years
they would be sold, given to other people
even thrown away
But when you lose something you can also gain something
maturity, knowledge, responsibility, respect
starting to read long books
with only words and no pictures
By Jason, 9th grade
Photo by jakeliefer via Flickr
Mischievous Shadow
My shadow is nothing like me.
It creeps at dawn,
it sobs at midnight,
it hauls a cat throughout the day,
and glides when the sun falls.
This evil little shadow is so appalling.
It is so naughty and wicked and dreadful
that she can’t say a word,
and so she can only listen.
And my shadow does not like what she hears.
Other shadows say that she is absolutely
unpleasant, dire, terrible, inferior, horrific,
but at the end of the day,
my shadow is just me.
By Emily, 3rd grade
Photo by julio.garciah via Flickr
My Magic Box
My shiny pink box with
the pictures of my grandpa.
The pictures with his smell
that makes me remember him.
In my box, I will put…
My baby things like
my pillow, my shoes, my clothes,
and my blanket. With my
smooth little things I wish
I was a baby like I
was before.
In my box, I will put…
The shiny and rough clothes
that someone special gave me.
My grandparents gave me
the clothes with their smell
and love. That I love
and will always have.
By Elizabeth, 4th grade
In the Mall of My Mind
In the mall of my mind,
I would sell cars and clothes,
to those who are less fortunate.
I would sell peace
to children with no quiet home.
I would sell wisdom
to this young boy
who is now
the man of the house.
By Marcos, 10th grade
Photo by Bamasusanna via Flickr