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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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]
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 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]
I 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
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
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
(photo by bettisue via flickr)