Home Sleep Song

Posted December 16, 2011 & filed under Notebook.

Listen now,

Listen to the wind whistling

by the window,

Listen to the TV’s muffled talking

swinging out my mom’s room,

Listen to the water dripping

in the bathroom sink–

how quietly it drips,


every now and then the door softly shakes.

How annoying that gets.

By Javon, 3rd grade

The Sound of the Trumpet

Posted September 29, 2009 & filed under Notebook.


What is that noise, that noise
Sounds really beautiful
Pum, Pum, Bang, Bang.
It sounds like it is coming
From this room.

No. It is coming
From over there.
But when I look up
In the sky,
That sound sounds again –
Pum, Pum, Bang, Bang.
When I look up in the sky
It keeps on getting fainter.
But I don’t want it to go away.
Every time I hear that sound,
It seems like I’m getting
Closer to my dreams
Of being a musician.
When I look up in the sky
That sound again –
Pum, Pum, Bang, Bang
I see a shiny light and
The angel playing
The trumpet.

By Rudy, 6th grade
[photo by Bradleywindy via flickr]

The Sounds of the Night

Posted August 4, 2009 & filed under Notebook.

What do they mean, the sounds of the night?
The outside of midnight is dark
Like the world is gone, as if it never
Had existed.

When I go to bed, sometimes I feel
Like I’m scared; the sounds are strange.
Each night is different. The cats do a meow
Sound, maybe because they are cold.

The sound of the wind is so slow,
And so quiet, but you can still hear it.
I hear what the outside carries, different
Sounds by the way the outside goes.

But when I wake up everything
Is like yesterday.

By Fatima, 7th grade
[photo by deatonstreet via flickr]


Posted April 29, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.


Oh, clock,
tickey tock,
you point
at me
with your nose
on your head
and you tell
me what time
it is. Your
sound is
like when you
tap your
shoe on
the ground. Your
head is
hanging like a
picture. You can
only count
to twelve.

By Thomas, age 7

(photo by badboy69 via flickr)