Letters to the Sun

Posted July 12, 2013 & filed under Notebook.

 

Summer Sun

The Heat is very hot and scorching,
causing drought and sweat.
Weeds and caterpillar grass are
drooping and then dying.
It is so hot!
You are playing around
and not caring about us!

By Olivia

Heat
Heat, heat
it is moist.
Sweating, sweating,
It makes you hot.

By Ryan

Dear Sun
O sun, your heat disappoints many.
Instead of singing, the birds
Are probably just yelling at you.
O sun, my skin is blazing in flames.
I get sunburns, so even inside,
I blaze in flames.

O sun, you make me tired and thirsty.
And don’t even get started on my eyes –
They burn and get tired of squinting
and blinking quickly.

O sun, black must be your favorite color.
No wonder you burn us!

By Grace

(Photo by Dan E. Johnson via Flickr)

Letters to the Sun

Posted July 22, 2010 & filed under Notebook.

 

During the WITS Summer Creative Writing Workshops held June 7 – June 25th, students from Charlotte Schneider and Mischa Enos’ third and fourth graders wrote poems about the sun and heat, expressing their strong feelings about Houston’s unique summer climate. You can feel the mercury rise with each word!

Summer Sun
The Heat is very hot and scorching,
causing drought and sweat.
Weeds and caterpillar grass are
drooping and then dying.
It is so hot!
You are playing around
and not caring about us!

By Olivia

Heat
Heat, heat
it is moist.
Sweating, sweating,
It makes you hot.

By Ryan

Dear Sun
O sun, your heat disappoints many.
Instead of singing, the birds
Are probably just yelling at you.
O sun, my skin is blazing in flames.
I get sunburns, so even inside,
I blaze in flames.

O sun, you make me tired and thirsty.
And don’t even get started on my eyes –
They burn and get tired of squinting
and blinking quickly.

O sun, black must be your favorite color.
No wonder you burn us!

By Grace

(Photo by Dan E. Johnson via Flickr)

When It’s Hot

Posted June 23, 2009 & filed under Notebook.

I like when it’s hot because
I can go outside and ride
my pink camouflage
4-wheeler. I zoom over
the grass like I’m in a
race. I play basketball
with myself, throwing
the ball up into the hoop.
If I miss, I just try again.
Sometimes when it’s hot,
I just sit inside on the
couch and relax. I ask
my mom to bring me a
Dr. Pepper and then I
settle down to watch
Hannah Montana. If
someone bothers me
while I’m watching my
show, I tell them, “It’s
ME time!” I like summer
in Texas even though
the mosquitoes are
horrible and the heat
makes me sweat!

By Jason, 8 years old
[photo by TheMuuj via flickr]