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
By Maritza, 12th grade
Cinco de Mayo is a holiday that commemorates the Mexican army’s unexpected victory over French forces at the Battle of Puebla in 1862. In Houston, the city with the third-largest Mexican population in the United States, Cinco de Mayo is a popular day for recognizing and appreciating Mexican heritage and culture. In honor of Cinco de Mayo, here is a poem written by a 3rd grade WITS student at Travis Elementary:
Mexico sings like the birds in my world.
My house yawns when I tell it to awake.
The sunflowers play games with me.
The grass whispers to me about its life,
and I whisper back.
The sun beams when I need to cheer up.
The cactus talks while I listen, and
I talk while it listens.
I share my secrets with the sky, and
it promises not to tell.
The moon never sobs because I am
there to comfort it.
The wind dances and whips up my hair.
All of this happens because Mexico sings.
by Anna, age 9
I have never met my grandparents before, but my mom told me about them. She told me that my grandpa got milk from the cow and made it into cheese then sold it. She told me that they had lots of animals, like cows, pigs, horses, dogs, sheep, and goats. When my mom was little, my grandpa gave her a horse for her birthday. Her name was Star. My mom told me once there was a fox that was trying to get in the chicken pen and eat a chicken, but my grandpa saw it and scared it away. My mom looked in our closet to find a picture of Mexico that they took with the animals and my grandparents and my mom when she was little. First I saw a picture of a pig named Gordita, and she had piglets that he sold. Whenever there were baby chicks, cows, horses or goats, my grandpa would sell them. My grandma took a picture of the dog playing with the chicken. There was some stuff in the box with the pictures. There was a sombrero and a little statue of a Chihuahua dancing the Mexican hat dance. She put the box away and started thinking about going to Mexico. It’s a gateway to a lifetime.
by Christian, 4th grade