Test Day

Posted July 23, 2013 & filed under Notebook.

It was test day. I stepped into my ballet room.  I was so scared.  My stomach felt queasy, and my legs were stiff like pencils.  It was time to do the splits.

I stretched and pulled.  My heart was talking to me, saying, “I’m terrified!” It was beating so fast I thought it would burst.

I spread out my legs as far as I could, and I did it! My legs felt like rubber bands! I had to do the splits 7 times!

After the test, my teacher said, “Good job!” My heart felt like it was in Disneyland. I was so happy.

By Anastacia, 2nd grade

A Dancer’s House

Posted April 12, 2012 & filed under Poem of the Day.

This house is very empty.

There are only cleared-out spaces.

But this house has

something special.

This house is a dreamer.

It wakes me up early in the morning

So that I can dance to its ancient

song of


This house is set where

two rivers meet and rush.

Have you ever danced until the

thieving sunset stole your light of day?

Because I have, in my house.

The blue stones in the rain

are the music that I dance to.

My house is made of brick and wood.

But my house has a soul. Believe it.

My house is old, but comfortable.

I touch the rusted pipes that still let me live.

My pliés and pirouettes are better

when I’m in my house on the top floor.

My blood, pumping out imagination until

the day draws to

its close.

I leap and bound on my garden path.

I skip across the quiet river.

A peaceful house,

a peaceful setting,

a dancer’s house.

by Anna, 3rd grade

Click the link (above) to listen to the poem read on KPFT radio by Jaycee Jamison, a 4th grader from Parker Elementary.

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.

Dance Like

Posted December 19, 2011 & filed under Notebook.

Dance like your feet want

Dance like the color red

Dance like a summer night

Dance like hot sauce

Dance like you love yourself

Dance like your hair’s on fire

Dance like there’s no tomorrow

Dance like there is a tomorrow

and you’ll see me

by Ebony, 16


Posted February 7, 2011 & filed under Notebook.


I hear people dancing the tango and ballet.

It’s like a hurricane out there.

But they’re dancing

in the hurricane’s eye.

By Thomas, 3rd grade

Photo by Pedro J Pacheco via Flickr