Playground

Posted November 27, 2017 & filed under mentor text, Notebook, Student Writing.

The trees sway in the wind, dancing upon our eyes. The joy-filled kids swarm past us like a flock of angry geese. The mud bestows heavy layers of stains at the tips of my shoes, leaving them with a brown bumpy concoction. The blades of grass at my feet tickle my toes, while the mulch does its job and makes the grass disappear. The fresh air roars through my skin, making its way into the roots of my hair. The sweat forms on my skin like rain in a thunderstorm, the warmth of the sun works its way down to the tips of my toes, to the roots of my fingernails. The pasty wind runs through my nostrils, leaving me with a sudden surge of cold. The creaks of the monkey bars crack through my ears, as love-filled kids rock upon them. The shrieks of laughter reach my ears like a mighty roar of thunder. The teachers happily talk to one another as if just meeting an old friend. The birds chirp above us sitting on trees stuffed to the brim with leaves. The playground is a place that makes any visitor feel free.

By Ella, 4th grade

Monkey Bars

Posted March 6, 2012 & filed under Notebook.

You’ve taught me a lot of good lessons

You’ve taught me to be braver than I am

To swing out as far as I can

To keep pushing forward

To move one step at a time

To fall into a heap in the dirt

And then get up and try again

Monkey Bars, you’ve shown me the stars

By Diego, 4th grade

Webbed Jungle Gym

Posted April 8, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Originally published on July 2, 2009.

You’re busy making beads
and what not,
but check this jungle gym out
next time you need a breath of cool air.
Climb the checkered-rope wall,
crawl through the crazy webbed maze,
then slide down the super slippery seven foot single slide.
Oh, and you won’t believe the weather here.
It’s that cool-breezy but sunny sort of air.
Come by tomorrow, come by later, come by
whenever when you’re finished with your homework.
Only a couple of blocks from
this family-owned pizza place.
Don’t worry about getting lost,
bring a compass. Remember:
South of Germany, East of Switzerland.
Only a couple of thousand miles away from you.

 

By Joseph, 6th grade
[photo by A is for Angie via flickr]

apad2This poem is featured as part of the 2009 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.

Schoolyard in April

Posted April 1, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

The birds chirping, the flowers blooming
Nothing like April to bring more joy
The ability to laugh hysterically as the popular
Girls whine about stolen lipstick
Picnicking in the park, playing at the
Playground remembering when I was
Younger, my teacher holding me
Up while I climbed the monkey bars
Watching the other teachers shooing
Away nosy children as they have their
Grown-up talk, whispers of a
Secret crush being unraveled.

By Rita, 7th grade
[photo by thelovecrazypianist via flickr]

apad2This poem is featured as part of the 2009 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.