Driving home from school
my sister and I saw the moon
hiding behind black branches
hanging low in the sky
like a great big ball
that our cat might roll or
a kind face carved into the sky
hoping we will change our
ways and love one another.
By Liliana, 4th grade
The moon is full and
night is cool far
from me I see
the night wolves creeping
to my door come in
the front door and
they come to my bed
and under the covers
is a child who is scared
and the wolf takes
the cover he sees
the child’s eyes open wide
By Jermiah Covington
(photo by Sky noir via Flickr)
I hear the sounds of gangs fighting like red fire,
lobster and shrimp being cooked on orange, warm grills.
People being served at tables with happiness,
the loud sound of barking dogs that turn black,
sounds of footsteps walking through the night with sadness,
loneliness roams in the air,
gleaming light from the moon that the blind can see through the streets of Alabama.
The wind blows to make people fear the eye.
As the storm comes, people close their windows and doors to get away in fear.
As the winds pass, the city calms
so the midnight moon can pass once again.
By Valerie, 3rd grade
[Painting by Jacob Lawrence]
I went to the cemetery.
I went with my midnight blue-green bag.
In the bag, I had my notebook
and I sat down and started writing
a letter that meant so much to me.
Like a treasure, I buried it
so deep in the earth
no one would find it.
My dog Lila started to talk —
she was saying something about
the moon. Lila flew up
to the moon, and I went too.
It was dark blue
and we sat on the moon.
The moon was so big
it was changing colors
and it said my name.
By Mayra, 4th grade
[photo by candleshore via flickr]
The moon is like a cookie in the sky.
The holes in the moon
are like the holes in the pencil sharpener.
The moon is up in the sky, so high.
By Lauren, 3rd grade
[photo by jalalspages via flickr]
“I love the moon for teaching the stars how to shine.”
This self-portrait is one of the drawings that comprise the WITS Meeting House. The Meeting House project captured the diversity and talent of Houston children through their art and writing. Working with writers and artists through the Writers in the Schools (WITS) program, hundreds of students created self-portraits and wrote about their own lives.
[photo from the witsmeetinghouse album on flickr]