As I look up at the stars,
I see the moon, Venus and Mars.
The stars start to cover the land,
I want to hold one in my hand.
As they lift me off the ground
They spin me up down and around.
As they return me to my house
They’re as quiet as a mouse.
But as I stop in shock and fright,
I think that tonight was the best night.
By Jaklyn, 4th Grade
I whisper to my mom.
I whisper to her about space.
I say that there are eight planets.
I tell her that there are stars.
I say there are galaxies.
I tell her that I like space.
My mom tells me
that she likes space too.
By Aneesh, 3rd grade
[photo by NASAJPL via flickr]
Originally published February 17, 2010.
This 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.
I am a little girl
who lives in the sky.
My mom has a lot of children.
I am one of them.
I have many sisters and brothers.
My mom is the moon,
and we are the stars.
My dad died
so my mom has to watch
My mom has to have
a big tub
for all of us to take a bath
one by one.
She has to read to all of us
and recites the words
over and over.
She gets tired.
By Precious, 3rd grade
[photo by Hikuchera via flickr]
The Tiger said to the Star,
What is it like up in the clouds?
It is like you are floating, said the Star.
I like floating, dreams the Tiger.
So do I. I love floating.
Oh, Star, can you show me how to fly?
No, no, my Tiger, I can’t show you how to fly.
But why, said the Tiger to the Star.
Because, silly Tiger, you are not a Star,
And you never will be.
By Keyla, 3rd grade
[photo by Daniel Jerome via flcikr]
“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]