A Hungry Dog at Thanksgiving

Posted November 21, 2017 & filed under mentor text, Poem, Student Writing.

If I were the dog, at Thanksgiving I would say:

That chopped liver smells good.
I hope they drop some turkey.
I want to taste that.
I think I see dessert.
This is so noisy.
When is it going to be over?
I think I like everything here.
I will just jump on the table.
Ooooooooh cake.
I can fly like a bird. Whee!
I am invincible like a zombie.
Splat! Sorry about that.
Darn, that was strawberry icing.

 

By Benjamin, 2nd grade

from the WITS archives, 2010

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

A Hungry Dog at Thanksgiving

Posted November 24, 2014 & filed under Poem, Student Writing.

If I were the dog, at Thanksgiving I would say:

That chopped liver smells good.
I hope they drop some turkey.
I want to taste that.
I think I see dessert.
This is so noisy.
When is it going to be over?
I think I like everything here.
I will just jump on the table.
Ooooooooh cake.
I can fly like a bird. Whee!
I am invincible like a zombie.
Splat! Sorry about that.
Darn, that was strawberry icing.

 

By Benjamin, 2nd grade

from the WITS archives, 2010

Blessings from Me to You

Posted December 31, 2013 & filed under Notebook.

May your sycamore tree grow hands.

May the sun heat your heart.

May your legs swing like a carnival.

May your house never be blue.

May the rain kiss your eyelids.

May starfish protect your dreams.

May music blossom into flowers.

May icicles hang like angels.

May you smell like white lace.

May you find an emerald ring.

May you catch the world in your hands.

May you sleep under the moon’s eye.

by Jennifer, 5th Grade


Like Me

Posted November 25, 2013 & filed under Notebook.

Sunset shines really bright

Yellow and purple
Like me

Fluffy clouds are
Fluffy as my pillow

Ocean water moves with waves
Shine bright like the sun
Looks warm like coffee
Pretty like me

Big like a city and a basketball
Cute like me

Sunset shines like the beach
Smells good like a roasted turkey
On Thanksgiving Day

It is so beautiful
like me.

by Heather, 4th grade

Thanksgiving

Posted November 20, 2012 & filed under Notebook.

crowded smiles rise to the occasion:

mouth watering stories     generations of grace

marshall, texas unravels sweet aroma

moist pecan pie    fresh   cultivated

trailblazing hands of Bessie Hopkins with love

her sweetest gift and first love—-

Mack C. Hopkins—one of the first

African-American Valedictorians from Wiley College

memory sends crisp crumbs

twirling along the edge of swiveling lips

warm sunlight penetrates windowpanes

sheds light on the main course

one plump golden smoked turkey

topped with cornbread stuffing

crunchy green bean casserole

rich cranberry sauce

dessert deserving of a Poet—

pristine peach pie drizzled in cool whip cream

juicy cherry pie

a satisfying jolt

to Mack Hopkins, named for this father

joins The Tuskegee Airmen and

our gathered hearts

weds man and mission for the

famed 301st  fighter squadron: 

the 332nd fighter group

joins Pauline Hopkins’ hand in marriage

exceptional bliss

blesses heaven with Bessie Hopkins,

Mack C. Hopkins, and Pauline Hopkins

on November, 16, 1996 at the

age of 79

We celebrate the men and women

linking our lives to innovate spirit

We celebrate their sacrifices

swift determination     psalm

We celebrate to preserve    punctuate

press on

We celebrate collectively

the weight

for Bessie Hopkins, Mack C. Hopkins, Pauline Hopkins, & Mack Hopkins

By WITS Writer Delicia Daniels

Thankful

Posted November 23, 2011 & filed under Notebook.

A dolphin is thankful for the water

A mom is thankful for her daughter

A table is thankful for a chair

A braid is thankful for some hair

A bird is thankful for a nest

A teacher is thankful for some rest

A kid is thankful for some fun

The earth is thankful for the sun

By Clarissa, 3rd grade

A Hungry Dog at Thanksgiving

Posted November 23, 2010 & filed under Notebook.

If I were the dog, at Thanksgiving I would say:

That chopped liver smells good.
I hope they drop some turkey.
I want to taste that.
I think I see dessert.
This is so noisy.
When is it going to be over?
I think I like everything here.
I will just jump on the table.
Ooooooooh cake.
I can fly like a bird. Whee!
I am invincible like a zombie.
Splat! Sorry about that.
Darn, that was strawberry icing.

 

By Benjamin, 2nd grade

[Photo by Robert Terrell via Flickr]

The Color of Warmth

Posted November 19, 2010 & filed under Notebook.

If I were a color, I would be the color of warmth.

I would be

the color of Thanksgiving.

If you looked at the late sunset, you’d find me.

I am the color of spicy gummy bears.

I am the delicious brown spice.

I am the color of deer and old burnt treasure maps.

I would be the color…

By Rosalind, 3rd Grade

Gratitude

Posted November 24, 2009 & filed under Notebook.

 

Gratitude looks like someone getting a present.
Gratitude smells like turkey on Thanksgiving.
Gratitude sounds like two angels talking.
Gratitude feels like the golden rule.
Gratitude tastes like warm vanilla cake.

By Pyper, 2nd grade
[photo by Igh75 via flickr]

Magical Horses

Posted November 21, 2007 & filed under Notebook.

carousel-steed-by-just-jo-via-flickr.jpgI see a flying, magical horse.

It brings me wishes and hopes,

gifts, blessings, and help.

Just call the horse when you

need that magical thing in your life!

You will see your dreams and

wishes coming true when it flies

down those bumpy stairs and

touches you with magic.

I see a flying, magical horse.

Do you see one too?

 

By Amanda Alexander

Blessings from Me to You

Posted November 20, 2007 & filed under Notebook.

May your sycamore tree grow hands.

May the sun heat your heart.

May your legs swing like a carnival.

May your house never be blue.

May the rain kiss your eyelids.

May starfish protect your dreams.

May music blossom into flowers.

May a tornado dance through your enemy’s house.

May icicles hang like angels.

May you smell like white lace.

May you find an emerald ring.

May you catch the world in your hands.

May you sleep under the moon’s eye.

by Jennifer, 5th Grade


Autumn Whispered to their Upturned Faces, originally uploaded by Trapac via flickr

 

JaDarius’ Song

Posted November 19, 2007 & filed under Notebook.

I want to go where snakes don’t bite

I want to go where kids don’t fight

I want to go where I can see

Deep into the deep red sea

I want to go where hard work isn’t done

I want to go where I have space to run

I want to go where kids are strong

Where nobody in the world can mess with them

I want to go where I can see

Deep into a deep valley

I want to go where I can be free

Just like putting a baby to sleep

I want to go where people are tall like trees

Deep into a jungle

Where rock and roll

Can be

 

by JaDarius, 3rd Grade

balloons-by-bettisue-via-flickr.jpg

(photo by bettisue via flickr)