Happy

Posted April 25, 2014 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Late at night, she sits outside her house,
in her rocking chair,
waiting patiently for me to arrive.

Once I step into her kitchen,
the smell of tacos, pozole, and tortillas
fills my nostrils
and when the food is finally done,
everyone gathers around the table,
but we must squeeze in,
for our family is very, very big.

Then, late at night, she always stays up late
to make some tamales.
She mixes the flour, meat, and water
between her soft, wrinkly hands.

Early in the morning, she wakes everyone up
with the delicious aroma of her tamales.
Once everyone is up
and out of their beds,
we go devour those delicious, soft, scrumptious tamales
that make my mouth water
just thinking about them.

In the evening, after having dinner,
we all help her clean up,
and once we’re finished,
she gathers everyone out to the porch.

As we watch the sun set,
and hear the frogs ribbit,
and grasshoppers chirp,
we enjoy the comfort and company
my grandma give us.

by Rosario, 7th Grade

 

Click the link above to listen to the poem read on KPFT radio by Grant Cambon, a 7th grader at Johnston Middle School For the Performing and Visual Arts in Houston. The background music is “I Have A Dream” from Best Songs of Abba on Spanish Guitar, by The Harmony Group. Produced by Susan Phillips.

This poem is featured as part of the 2014 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.

 

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Original post: February 7, 2014

 

Dear Dad

Posted April 12, 2013 & filed under Poem of the Day.

 

You are the campfire that smells like earth

and you are like the letter ‘U.’

You are the soccer team and

the ball getting a goal

that helps your team win. You are a

car driving all over the world.

However, you are not the pizza

trapped in heat. You are not the

paddle that slips from the canoe.

You are not the dinosaur that eats boys.

I am the days of swimming and catching fish

with friends. I am playing cars and making goals.

I am the sun that walks the earth.

By Ulises, 3rd Grade

[audio http://wits.files.wordpress.com/2013/04/10-dear-dad-4-12-13.mp3

Click the link above to listen to the poem read on KPFT radio by Ajay Ramsander, a 6th grader at Johnston Middle School For the Performing and Visual Arts in Houston.

This poem is featured as part of the 2013 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. 

Special thanks to Susan Phillips, an independent radio producer in Houston, who recorded and produced all the poems for the WITS A Poem a Day campaign.  

Reasha’s Song

Posted August 19, 2011 & filed under Notebook.

I like when the sun rises in the East to

get me out of bed. I like how the cool

wind blows on my face. I like when new

flowers open and bloom in the morning. I

like reading encyclopedias. I like serving

food to my family on Thanksgiving. I like

playing with my baby cousin. I like

cheering for teams I want to win.  I like

planning parties. I like the smell of

summer air. I like the season of spring.

I like dancing in the night under the stars

and I like moving to music. I like doing

other people’s hair. I like how flowers

and doors close at night. I like how my

family loves me. I like the way the moon

puts me to bed when it’s dark and I’m sleepy.

by Reasha, 3rd grade

Love is the Mother Penguin

Posted September 5, 2008 & filed under Notebook.

Love is the mother penguin.emperor-penguins-pencil-drawing-by-poyee-lam
It is when she leans to her chicks,
The baby penguins cuddle to her,
That makes her happy.

Love is the father penguin.
It is as he dives faithfully for food,
The chicks wait expectantly.

Love is the chicks.
It is when they go to their parents for warmth.

It is a loving family.

By Lauren, 6th grade
[pencil drawing by Poyee Lam via flickr]

Aunt Ida’s House

Posted June 5, 2007 & filed under Notebook.

04.jpgI always like going to Aunt Ida’s house in the springtime, the zydeco music blasting from the living room, smells of the barbecue and German chocolate cake coming from the kitchen and the slapping of dominoes on the card table…grandma using her two fingers to eat her famous mustard greens while reminiscing about the old days when things were pure….

by Melissa, 8th grade