Working on Your Dreams

Posted January 20, 2014 & filed under Notebook.

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Drop your homework,
and pick up your dreams.
Put away the bills,
and spread out your arms.

Go outside
and feel the wind while looking at the leaves
as though they are saying, “Bring it on.”

I always visualize the light.

Stop working
and focus on
living your dreams.

If you don’t know what your dreams are,
then start working on them.

By Keyon, 6th grade

[originally published on this blog March 2010]

More

Posted April 20, 2012 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Songbirds singing
Trees waving in the wind
The sound of people talking
The sound of cars zooming by
The smell of freshly cut grass
The vision of doves flying overhead
You can feel this dream making
More and more of itself.

by Ty, 4th grade

Click the link (above) to listen to the poem read on KPFT radio by Cyrus Fontenot, a 4th grader from Parker Elementary in Houston.
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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.

To Happiness

Posted March 7, 2012 & filed under Notebook.

 

On the way to Mexico

I dreamed that I was in a maze

wandering in the mountains

falling into dark leaves

and fields of flowers

A sadness came into me

It felt like fog

But on the tips of my fingers

I felt a pink butterfly

I glided toward the stars

Where I found a window

To happiness.

By Maritza, 12th grade

On the Other Side of My Dream

Posted April 9, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Originally published on January 14, 2010.
On the other side of my dream
is a rain drop from the sky.
On the other side of my dream
is the smell of an apple I give to my dad.
On the other side of my dream
is a mirror, shiny as the sea.
On the other side of my dream
is a clam shell coming from the bottom
of the sea of my dream.

By Olivia, 1st grade
[photo by wild goose chase via flickr]

Click above to hear Olivia read her poem.

apad2This poem is featured as part of the 2009 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to the left to learn more.

Dreams

Posted October 6, 2009 & filed under Notebook.

Sheep wander wobbly
through a marsh.
Wandering when they
should be fleeing,
the blind flock
makes its way
to a destination
unknown. Dreams,
the wandering
sheep making their
way from the unconscious
through the conscious.
A peaceful walk
through a marsh,
or a nightmare?
A wolf in
sheep’s clothing.

By Dashiell, 10th grade

Dream

Posted May 11, 2009 & filed under Notebook.

I wish I could touch the sky
And see air
And live forever
I could be a giant
And a good person
And be at the White House
And be famous
I could be stronger than everybody
A cute girl
And eat ice cream all day
Today, tomorrow, and every day

By Maali, 1st grade
[photo by je2fs via flickr]

My Dreams

Posted February 9, 2009 & filed under Notebook.

 

In the cold dark night where stars twinkle,
Beside the hot fires of a dragon,
Among the silvery glowing unicorns,
For the flower-filled valleys,
Across the melting planets of outer space,
Next to the strong grizzly bear,
Near the sly fox and the wise owl,
Under the cold waves where fish shine,
I melt under the hot sun,
I dazzle and glide in the cool breeze,
I dance through the damp rainforest,
I sleep under darting stars.

By Avery
[photo by sparkspill via flickr]

Dream Bike

Posted June 4, 2008 & filed under Notebook.

I have dreamed of a strange bike
that can fly at the speed of
10,000 miles per hour. It has
wings of pure gold, platinum, and
diamonds. The wingspan is
thirty feet long and the width is
twenty feet. The bike is the size of
a fully-grown lion.

It can fly so high that I
have to get back down to earth
before I can breathe. Once an eagle
was trying to kill me, but
I picked up the speed to 10,000
mph. I was going so fast I
passed up my own house.
I park the bike in my mind.

by Jamal, 6th Grade