Letters to the Sun

Posted July 12, 2013 & filed under Notebook.

 

Summer Sun

The Heat is very hot and scorching,
causing drought and sweat.
Weeds and caterpillar grass are
drooping and then dying.
It is so hot!
You are playing around
and not caring about us!

By Olivia

Heat
Heat, heat
it is moist.
Sweating, sweating,
It makes you hot.

By Ryan

Dear Sun
O sun, your heat disappoints many.
Instead of singing, the birds
Are probably just yelling at you.
O sun, my skin is blazing in flames.
I get sunburns, so even inside,
I blaze in flames.

O sun, you make me tired and thirsty.
And don’t even get started on my eyes –
They burn and get tired of squinting
and blinking quickly.

O sun, black must be your favorite color.
No wonder you burn us!

By Grace

(Photo by Dan E. Johnson via Flickr)

The Sun

Posted August 3, 2011 & filed under Notebook.

The sun is bright.

It’s the brightest thing

in the sky.  It stays up

all day, but not at night.

It whispers to us, and

when it is going away,

it thuds its way home.

By Faraz, 3rd grade

Yellow Planet

Posted April 11, 2011 & filed under Poem of the Day.

I see the golden sun
Rising upon me
Like a star in the black
Shadows of night,
Shining on the palace of
Gold and happiness.
I see you, sun.
I see a beautiful woman
With her gold hair shining,
Yellow skin and golden eyes
Of my yellow world.
Golden fruits of yellow.
I see and love you, yellow.
Come shine your golden wings.

by Chinenye, 3rd grade

Photo by ElvertBarnes via Flickr

This poem is featured as part of the 2011 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.

Son las oche de la noche ~ Eight in the evening

Posted January 14, 2011 & filed under Notebook.

At the Edge of the Forest

Son las ocho de la noche

El sol estaba cayendo.
Sólo se veía parte de su redondez.
Las hojas flotando sobre el río.
Las nubes en el cielo volando como el aire.
Los árboles más altos que yo.
Las plantas en el suelo tocando mis pies.
Estoy caminando entre los árboles que huelen como tierra,
las hojas que huelen como menta.
El agua del río que se puede tocar, brillante como el sol.
La briza transparente, volando por todas partes,
hace música, como si fuera un pájaro cantando una canción.
Estoy entre los árboles con muchas ramas juntas.
El sol estaba cayendo.
Todo completo y maravilloso.
Son las ocho de la noche.

~

Eight in the Evening

The sun was falling down.
One can only see part of its roundness.
Leaves are floating on the river.
The clouds on the sky, flying like the air.
The trees, taller than I am.
The plants on the ground are touching my feet.
I’m walking among the trees that smell like soil,
and the leaves that smell like mint.
One can touch the river water, shining like the sun.
The transparent breeze, flies everywhere,
and makes music, like a bird singing a song.
I am among trees with lots of branches together.
The sun is falling down.
Everything is complete and wonderful.
It is eight in the evening.

By Josseline, 2nd grade

Photo by Cristian V. via Flickr

Letters to the Sun

Posted July 22, 2010 & filed under Notebook.

 

During the WITS Summer Creative Writing Workshops held June 7 – June 25th, students from Charlotte Schneider and Mischa Enos’ third and fourth graders wrote poems about the sun and heat, expressing their strong feelings about Houston’s unique summer climate. You can feel the mercury rise with each word!

Summer Sun
The Heat is very hot and scorching,
causing drought and sweat.
Weeds and caterpillar grass are
drooping and then dying.
It is so hot!
You are playing around
and not caring about us!

By Olivia

Heat
Heat, heat
it is moist.
Sweating, sweating,
It makes you hot.

By Ryan

Dear Sun
O sun, your heat disappoints many.
Instead of singing, the birds
Are probably just yelling at you.
O sun, my skin is blazing in flames.
I get sunburns, so even inside,
I blaze in flames.

O sun, you make me tired and thirsty.
And don’t even get started on my eyes –
They burn and get tired of squinting
and blinking quickly.

O sun, black must be your favorite color.
No wonder you burn us!

By Grace

(Photo by Dan E. Johnson via Flickr)

The Sun

Posted September 9, 2008 & filed under Notebook.

Sun, sun, in the sky-
orange, red and yellow.

Sun, sun in the sky,
lighting every fellow.

Sun, sun in the sky,
lighting everyone’s way.

Sun, sun in the sky,
blazing every day.

By Claire, 4th grade
[photo by srini g2003 via flickr]