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

Snow in Houston

Posted December 13, 2013 & filed under Notebook.

In Houston snow is very rare
When it does snow, I bundle up
I drink hot cocoa inside
There’s not enough snow to
sled or build a snowman
But I do go outside and play
I run under the snowflakes
I watch the sun’s rays twist and
blast off while the snow level rises.

By Adam, 3rd grade

Houston Music

Posted April 27, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

 

I hear…
girls laughing with deep voices like men.
clapping like you’re at church.
Lydia talking softly like rats at night.
birds chirping like they are talking.
hammers beating like a giant stomping.
airplane vrroooooming like an eighteen wheeler.
truck squeaking like a rubber duck.
These are the sounds of the Third Ward.

By Chelsea, 4th grade
[photo by tewink via flickr]

apad2This poem is featured as part of the 2010 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.

Houston Music

Posted November 6, 2009 & filed under Notebook.

I hear…

girls laughing with deep voices like men.

clapping like you’re at church.

Lydia talking softly like rats at night.

birds chirping like they are talking.

hammers beating like a giant stomping.

airplane vrroooooming like an eighteen wheeler.

truck squeaking like a rubber duck.

These are the sounds of the Third Ward!

by Chelsey, 4th grade

Where I Was Born

Posted October 15, 2009 & filed under Notebook.

The sky is cloudy and bright.

I am happy because I am from

here, Houston, TX, where

I can eat Chinese food,

play hide-and-seek, and

visit with my friends.

I am from here, Houston,TX,

where I’m in 4th grade and

where I don’t mind it when

it’s hot because I can play

under the sun all day.

I’m from here, Houston, TX,

a big city with lots of

apartments and houses.

I want to stay in Houston

forever because this is

where I was born.

by Oluwatobi, age 11

[photo by Ricardo Carreon–click on it for more information]