A Travel Guide to My Heart

Posted November 20, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem.

 

Welcome to hot, humid Houston. If you travel northeast, you might find a place I love most: my home. You can take a right and find a wonderful white house. It’s so special with my mom, dad, my 5-year old brother, Sam, my 8-day old baby brother, Shepard and my two dogs, Gus and Zeus. Also, two beautiful fish used to live there, but they died.

Come with me and travel west. You’ll find my most beloved grandmother and grandfather. You’ll find them in a red brick house. Please travel east. A candy shop awaits! I could eat all the candy. If I could, I would spend tons and tons of hours eating chocolate. Come up North, flying high in the sky. See clouds as you pass by. Then you’ll see a paradise where you can relax. I will play in the pool all day long. It is a place I call Florida.

by Nellie, 1st grade

I Am Thankful

Posted November 23, 2016 & filed under Poem, Student Writing.

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I’m thankful for the sunshine and for food.

I’m thankful for warm weather, for clouds and for

leaves.

But!

I don’t like getting shots, I don’t like cheese,

And I Hate frogs!

 

by Delila, 1st grade

A Mis Orejas (To My Ears)

Posted November 24, 2008 & filed under Notebook.

Mis orejas son muy importantes porque si no las tuviera no escucharía a la maestra o al maestro. Cuando es invierno mis orejas se ponen bien frías, y no escucho a mi mamá decirme cuando me quiere. En verano, mis orejas se calientan y puedo ponerle aretes. A las orejas las tenemos que limpiar. Me gustan mis orejas, me divierto con ellas. Con mis orejas, oigo mi música favorite, y en el invierno les pongo orejeras. Me duelen mis orejas cuando me las estiro. Con mis orejas oigo el canto de los pájaros, y el sonido del viento cuando golpea el cielo. Con mis orejas oigo el murmullo del mar y los delfines que atraviesan las olas.
Ear listening
Translation:

My ears are very important because they allow me to listen to my mom and my teacher. When the winter comes, my ears get cold so that I can’t hear my mother telling me how much she loves me. During the summer, my ears are warm, and I can wear different kinds of earrings. During the winter, I cover my ears under a comfortable hat. We need to clean our ears very often. I like my ears a lot, and they look good on me. Thanks to my ears, I listen to my favorite music. Thanks to my ears, I listen to the birds singing in a tree and the sound of the wind hitting the sky. Thanks to my ears, I listen to the ocean’s whisper and the dolphins’ laughter breaking through the waves. When I pull my ears down, I feel a little pain.

By Yesenia, 3rd grade
[photo by julipan via flickr]

Ode to the Wall

Posted November 18, 2008 & filed under Notebook.

WallThank You for being there
for me and protecting me
and having one near the
bathroom wall if there wasn’t
it would be chaotic and if
there wasn’t a wall in a house everybody
would say “hey, nice roof.”

By Andrew, 6th grade
[photo by HugoD via flickr]