Poetry Month: Day Seven (by Parker)

I chose "When I Saw a Squirrel" because it made me really study the squirrel. It seemed a little bit funny because when the squirrel looked up at me I could really get an idea out of my mind of how to make a poem out of it. And I love writing poems about things I see!

When I Saw a Squirrel
When I saw a squirrel I was very calm and
normal I snuck up to it, And didn't say a word.
I wanted to track it, so I (made long lines), but
that was not possible. Well never mind, and
as we act like local snoops, and please don't scream,
because I don't want to fall out of a tree.
-by Parker

                                     
                                       

Poetry Month: Day Six (by Veronica)

I chose "Red Wheelbarrow"by William Carlos Williams because I feel like this poem speaks to me. Our class found this poem in "Love That Dog" by Sharon Creech and when I first heard it I thought it was confusing but good.

Red Wheelbarrow 
By William Carlos Williams

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

Poetry Month: Day Five (by Gerrit)

I chose one of my poems because I'm wanting to see how my poems do. I also want to share my thoughts. I chose

   the Last Time.
by Gerrit

  There  over there look my cat she's so sick
           SO sick we must put her to sleep
  she's skinny,soft,super sick
               Can I help her?
      But quick look the cage if I turn one more page she'll be gone so I will not do it

      But life will continue slowly forever for everyone
                  here is where I feel week
   can I save her can I? ''Does she have to go'' I say''Yes '' is all I hear

 This is the time the cage is waiting,wrestling,to keep the cat in.Her paw comes through a hole
I grabbed it like life wishing I would never have to let go.''BAM LOCK''
 
 the door is shut parting us forever.





             And forever is never!

Poetry Month: Day Four (by Jack)

I chose "Purple Cow" because it's very funny. Also the picture for it is funny. It's by Gelett Burgess, 1895. That's a really old poem! My dad suggested I look it up on the internet, and we found it there.

Purple Cow
I never saw a purple cow, I never hope to see one but I can tell you anyhow I'd rather see than be one
-Gelett Burgess

Poetry Month: Day Three (by Asia)

I chose "Where I'm From" because it expresses where my family is from. It also says where I'm from too. It says what my family calls me and all the memories I have.

Where I'm From
I'm from a city that parties
I'm from the Statue of Liberty
I'm from the Big Apple
I'm from the blocks of fights
I'm from paylo to busupot
I'm from pizza to burgers
I'm from curry to barbecue chicken
I'm from mac & cheese to Chinese food
I'm from a brother that teases
I'm from a twin whose caring
I'm from a sister whose always got my back
I'm from a mom and dad who love me
I'm from a brother of God
I'm from a niece of smiling
I'm from the outside world
I'm from leafy plants and rain
I'm from veggies we grow
I'm from little little
I'm from sugar plum
I'm from mama and babies
I'm from sissy
I'm from doodoo head
-by Asia 

Poetry Month: Day Two (by Kate)

I chose "Picture Puzzle Piece" because it uses very clever rhyming, and it makes one lost, wet puzzle piece seem like a giant story book full of possibilities. Also, it's by Shel Silverstein who is one of my favorite poets because some poets make poems that are really serious and sad and emotional, but Shel Silverstein just makes you laugh and doesn't make you cry. He's really for kids.

Picture Puzzle Piece
One picture puzzle piece
Lyin' on the sidewalk,
One picture puzzle piece
Soakin' in the rain.
It might be a button of blue
On the coat of the woman
Who lived in a shoe.
It might be a magical bean,
Or a fold in the red
Velvet robe of a queen.
It might be the veil of a bride
Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.
It might a small tuft of hair
On the big bouncy belly
Of Bobo the Bear.
It might be a bit of the cloak
Of the Witch of the West
As she melted to smoke.
It might be a shadowy trace
Of a tear that runs down an angel's face.
Nothing has more possibilities
Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.

-by Shel Silverstein (A Light in the Attic)

Poetry Month: Day One (by Louise)

I chose "Class Bully" because at the end of the poem they say" It's guys who don't hit girls who're strong" and that's what my mom would say when ever Gordon or Freddy, (my two brothers) wanted to fight back. Also because Nikki Grimes, ( the author) is my mentor poet and this is my favorite poem that she wrote in her book, "MY MAN BLUE".


Class Bully
       A bully
kicks me in the knee.
That bully's name
is Tiffany.
      I fume
but don't return the blow.
Guys don't hit girls
Blue says, and so
     I grab
her wrists 'til she
calms down, while
     Laughing
jeering kids stand 'round
and shout "You wimp!" But
they're all wrong.
      It's guys
who don't  hit girls
      Who're strong.

-by Nikki Grimes (from My Man Blue)