A Hungry Dog at Thanksgiving

Posted November 21, 2017 & filed under mentor text, Poem, Student Writing.

If I were the dog, at Thanksgiving I would say:

That chopped liver smells good.
I hope they drop some turkey.
I want to taste that.
I think I see dessert.
This is so noisy.
When is it going to be over?
I think I like everything here.
I will just jump on the table.
Ooooooooh cake.
I can fly like a bird. Whee!
I am invincible like a zombie.
Splat! Sorry about that.
Darn, that was strawberry icing.

 

By Benjamin, 2nd grade

from the WITS archives, 2010

A Hungry Dog at Thanksgiving

Posted November 24, 2014 & filed under Poem, Student Writing.

If I were the dog, at Thanksgiving I would say:

That chopped liver smells good.
I hope they drop some turkey.
I want to taste that.
I think I see dessert.
This is so noisy.
When is it going to be over?
I think I like everything here.
I will just jump on the table.
Ooooooooh cake.
I can fly like a bird. Whee!
I am invincible like a zombie.
Splat! Sorry about that.
Darn, that was strawberry icing.

 

By Benjamin, 2nd grade

from the WITS archives, 2010

My Friend’s Puppy

Posted June 7, 2012 & filed under Notebook.

 

Scout is golden like my hair

She has a brother that is black like the night

She likes to sleep upside down on her back

When she’s awake, she runs around and sniffs people

She has a ridge that looks like a mohawk on her back

If you leave your shoes out, she will grab them and run away

It’s hard to catch her because she is so  fast

I like to hold her leash when she goes on a walk

and pet her on her head.

By Tatjana, 2nd grade

A Hungry Dog at Thanksgiving

Posted November 23, 2010 & filed under Notebook.

If I were the dog, at Thanksgiving I would say:

That chopped liver smells good.
I hope they drop some turkey.
I want to taste that.
I think I see dessert.
This is so noisy.
When is it going to be over?
I think I like everything here.
I will just jump on the table.
Ooooooooh cake.
I can fly like a bird. Whee!
I am invincible like a zombie.
Splat! Sorry about that.
Darn, that was strawberry icing.

 

By Benjamin, 2nd grade

[Photo by Robert Terrell via Flickr]

Speak

Posted August 12, 2010 & filed under Notebook.

 

Once I spoke the language of dogs.
Once I understood their happy barks.
Once I smiled a dog’s smile.
Once I heard a high-pitched sound.
Once I spoke the language of dogs.
How did it go?
How did it go?

By Andrew, 2nd grade
[photo by nybird via flickr]

Nothing but Dogs

Posted February 18, 2010 & filed under Notebook.

There were nothing
but puppies at
the nail salon
getting their nails
done in pink nail polish

while their moms and dads
were at the dog park
but they wouldn’t play
thinking it was unfair
that their children
got to look all nice
and they didn’t.

By Allana, 4th grade
[photo by Cathy via flickr]

My Extra-Terrestrial Chihuahua

Posted October 1, 2009 & filed under Notebook.

Once I had an extra-terrestrial Chihuahua. One day, Chimmy-Chimmy-Feed-Me-Right-NOW, my alien Chihuahua, got lost! He was the hungriest thing in the whole universe (and I’m not kidding)!

Well anyway, I thought he’d starve, but fortunately, it was muddy outside so I could follow his tracks. Chimmy, short for Chimmy-Chimmy-Feed-Me-Right-NOW, had loopy tracks. I went on a walk (I’m 8, but don’t worry, I‘ve had another doggie) to look for loopy tracks. Easy, huh? Nope! He could have run anywhere.

So I put on my sweater and roamed the whole neighborhood. I was careful to cover every corner to look for Chimmy, that dear dog. When I was about to give up, I saw the blue-green extra-terrestrial dog whimpering in hunger. I took him home and fed him 1 million cups of dog chow.

by Sarah, 2nd grade

Best Friend

Posted August 20, 2009 & filed under Notebook.

I run, I jump, I’m your best friend
I do tricks to make you smile, I lick your tears when you are sad
I’m your best friend

You bathe me, you feed me, and I love you for this
You buy me toys and you let me run free in the park and
I love you for this

We sleep together, play together, and I protect you for this
We chill together, love each other, and I cherish you for this
I never tell you what I want but you make my dreams come true.
I’m glad to be called

YOUR DOG.

by Michael, age 9

Listen

Posted June 17, 2009 & filed under Notebook.

I hear
the air conditioner.
It flows like the
wind.  It calms me
to sleep.  When it
stops I wake up.
It no longer blows
through the vents.
I get used to
this stillness in
about 30 minutes.
I hear
my dog crying
at night.  I don’t
Know why he cries.  I guess
it’s his loneliness.  So
I call his name:
Chewy.  And he
stops and goes
to sleep.  Again,
stillness.

by Marco, 6th Grade

photo by Vanessa Guzan via flick

My Street

Posted April 26, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.

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The evergreen trees are swaying in the wind.
It sounds like a hurricane will come.

A bird soars over my head and in a flash it’s gone.
A raindrop trickles down my back.

My dog slides past me, and I race to catch up to her.
Leaves crunch under her feet.

The footsteps of my sister sneaking up on me
get louder as she nears. Then silence, and I feel
her cold hands touching my neck.

By Lauren, age 8

(photo uploaded by Apevit via Flickr)

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