A Travel Guide to My Heart

Posted November 20, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem.


Welcome to hot, humid Houston. If you travel northeast, you might find a place I love most: my home. You can take a right and find a wonderful white house. It’s so special with my mom, dad, my 5-year old brother, Sam, my 8-day old baby brother, Shepard and my two dogs, Gus and Zeus. Also, two beautiful fish used to live there, but they died.

Come with me and travel west. You’ll find my most beloved grandmother and grandfather. You’ll find them in a red brick house. Please travel east. A candy shop awaits! I could eat all the candy. If I could, I would spend tons and tons of hours eating chocolate. Come up North, flying high in the sky. See clouds as you pass by. Then you’ll see a paradise where you can relax. I will play in the pool all day long. It is a place I call Florida.

by Nellie, 1st grade

I Wonder

Posted February 14, 2014 & filed under Notebook.

Who knows when the rain is coming?
What in the world are you doing?
Where do birds go in winter?
And when are you coming back?
How much money does a flying car cost?
Does Mars have aliens?
How many aliens are in space?
Why does the rain cool?
Why am I not sitting with you
on this pretty Valentine’s Day?

by Omar, 2nd grade

Illustration by Patrick Moberg

My Heart Reminds Me

Posted August 11, 2011 & filed under Notebook.

My heart reminds me of the time
when I saw a baby crying for its mommy’s milk.
My heart is filled with black nights with bats all around me.
My heart reminds me of the time I first learned to walk.
My heart is filled with red hearts telling me to follow my dreams.
My heart reminds me of the time I first tasted ramen noodle soup
and said, “It’s hot!”
My heart is filled with daisies that smell wonderful.
My heart reminds me of the time I first touched paper.
My heart is made out of pictures filled with happiness.

By Sierra, 2nd Grade

Capture My Heart

Posted February 25, 2011 & filed under Notebook.

Is this the whole picture?
Or is it just the start?
Is this the way you love me?
You’re capturing my heart.

I used to try and walk as one,
but I’ve begun to grow.
When you tell me just to rest,
I’m finally letting go.

I let go,
and I’m here to stay.
I know nothing can separate us;
I know I’m okay.

You cradle me gently,
I know I’m not alone.
Wrapped in your arms,
I’m home.

I’m seeing so much clearer,
looking through your eyes.
I could never find a safer place,
even if I tried.

All the times I’ve needed you,
you’ve never left my side.

I’m here to stay.

By Alyssa, 2nd Grade

Photo by Norfolk Belle via Flickr

My Heart

Posted February 14, 2011 & filed under Notebook.

My heart is full of my first snowman and snow-angels deep in the snow.

My heart is full of making new ideas and bubbles that pop in my head

like a phone that just had rung.

My heart is full of hugging and holding my brother who had just been born.

My heart is full of my first steps.

My heart is full of my first laugh and hug.

My heart is full of my first best friend.

My heart is full of going to my first day of school.

My heart is full of my brother crawling to the couch, crying and laughing so loud.

My heart is full of animals:

Like the lion represents courage, the monkey represents joy, and the crocodile represents seriousness.

It feels like I’m one part of each of them.

By Christopher, 3rd grade

Photo by ff137 via Flickr

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My Heart

Posted February 4, 2010 & filed under Notebook.

My heart is built
from blue ice and shiny

My heart is a red
feather that fell from
a robin migrating.

My heart is a lion
roaring for food.

My heart is my
future waiting to
be solved.

By Matt, 3rd grade
[photo by LittleMissPip via flickr]

Lost Our Track

Posted February 12, 2009 & filed under Notebook.


While the heart turns black
we lost our track
the heart must mend
but I don’t have a clue

we lost our track
what was told was true
but I don’t have a clue
of what I should do

what was told was true
I didn’t believe
what I should do
I think he’ll leave

I didn’t believe
the heart must mend
I think he’ll leave
while the heart turns black

By Alyssa, 7th grade
[photo by kreg.steppe via flickr]

Mi corazón como es (How My Heart Works)

Posted August 13, 2008 & filed under Notebook.

Mi corazón es como un borrador.
Puede borrar las cosas malas
y mejorarlas y perdonar con cariño.
Mi corazón puede que sea una bolsa con amor,
y las personas que me quieren y juegan conmigo
las metería adentro.
Adentro de mi corazón,
yo tengo mi familia. Son muy buenos conmigo.
Mi corazón es como un huevo pequeño,
y cuando abre, estoy contenta.
Mi corazón es como una máquina trabajadora.
Hace que me mueva. Si puedo moverme,
puedo jugar y conocer la amistad.

My heart is like an eraser.
It can erase all the bad things,
make them better,
and forgive others with kindness.
It could be that my heart is like a pouch full of love.
In this pouch, I could put
the people who love me and play with me.
In my heart, I keep my family.
They are good to me.
My heart is like a small egg,
and when it opens, I am happy.
My heart is like a hard-working machine.
It makes me move. And if I can move,
I can play and get to know what friendship is.

By Susan, 3rd grade

[photo by Moranga via Flickr]

The Thousand Winds

Posted February 14, 2008 & filed under Notebook.

Here comes the wind
blowing through my silk hair.
The wind is floating me up
in the sky and the feel of
clouds touching my injured body,
waking me up,
telling me Listen and
Look at yourself,
You’re fine, and
No more injuries.
I’m being healed,
and I feel as if God touched my
heart and made me a beautiful dove.
Flying through the
baby blue sky,
now the
taste of
the wind
through my mouth,
and wind makes
my imagination
go enthusiastically crazy.
Oh! how
great the breeze feels
through my white
silky feathers.

by Theresa Rubio, 3rd Grade

Illustration Friday – Wind
Originally uploaded by A Little Hut to flickr

Tell Me About Your Heart

Posted February 13, 2008 & filed under Notebook.

Every Valentine’s day, I feel laurenlevyinundated with images of hearts. Construction paper heart cutouts decorate classrooms and hallways, and it feels as if I can’t walk into any sort of shop without being bombarded by floating balloon hearts, candy-filled cardboard hearts, ceramic cup hearts, tiny candy conversation hearts, stuffed fabric hearts. In all their material glory, these saccharine proxies for love never adequately reflect the complexity of what our own hearts contain.

And so it was that about two years ago, I was delighted to see a beautiful untitled sculpture by native Texas artist Lauren Levy which featured a red button heart that bloomed pencil stubs. The inspiring play of delicacy, strength, preciousness and the everyday enchanted me; this image had captured something of what my heart really felt like.

I kick myself every day for not finding a way to purchase that sculpture. However, this artwork did inspire me to ask my young writers what they imagined their own hearts could be made of. With some consideration, these writers produced Valentine-themed poems much more interesting –and dare I say, more heartfelt— than the stock “Roses are red, violets are blue” Valentine chants. Here is one young girl’s response:

My Heart’s Expressions

My heart is a quiet room
filled with candles. My heart
is red and pink unique
buttons. My heart is a tiny
egg wanting to burst out,
with sounds of little baby
puppies whimpering for milk.
My heart is a pocket for
people I love. My heart is
a place for red juicy punch.tria
My heart is a purple silk
ribbon waiting to be untied.

by Audie, 2nd grade

posted by Tria Wood, Writers in the Schools