Room 205
Mrs. Miramontes’ Class
Summer
Karina A.
Summer, summer
bright and yellow
swimming in pools
sun shining down
on green grass
la niña swimming
in blue agua!
All grass sacate!
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Thalia C.
In the woods
green hojas
falling from the azul sky.
clara agua esa azul también,
flowing down the stream
swiftly swimming away
into the unknown
not knowing where it is
Colors of the Wind
Cindy G.
The days go by
i stay staring
at the meadow
the wind rushing
through my face
i see the beautiful
colors: orange, yellow,
pink, red, blue, so many
you can’t imagine
jumping through
the meadow, aromas
de las flores
so beautiful
the smell like
honeysuckle. just thinking
of the meadow, of the
colors of the wind.
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Jose P.
Sky so blue up above
running through the flowers.
The bright stars
talking and sparkling
“Que bonitas” my grandma says
flying and dancing up above
so cold and lonely, and black
no breathing, no puedes escapar.
Room 206
Ms. Hardison’s Class
Kevin E.
The sky filled with color
The sky full of azul
How can these compare
to bridges?
that shine above grass
and under el cielo
with it will come a
tormenta
which will be moved
away by the sun
that’s how a rainbow would
shine.
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Cristian G.
road, road
quiet and bold
The woman with the shiny orange cloak
walking about the lonely road
seeking an orange tree
Two tall muscular men
fighting to impress the girl
“Come to Mexico, D. F. señorita”
The girl still walks about
The yellow sun
Making her cloak so bright
The green trees
Blowing the air
Two handsome men
Riding a beautiful car
driving to impress the girl
“Come to Guadalajara, Mamasita”
The girl still walks about
She reaches a nice blue pond
ripped men swimming
trying to impress the girl
“Come to Monterrey, niña”
The girl still walks about
Finally she finds the orange tree
“Midnight…lasting”
Lisbeth M.
The teal glistening water, dark raven red sun,
the soft peach sand going through my hands
The breezy wind hits my face.
I lay on my back with sand sliding place to place
Por un momento todo esta en paz.
The white seagulls fly, showing their baby where
and when to use their wings.
blue, orange, yellow fishes.
People stop swings, sandals stop floppin.’
They say time helps heal the pain,
but not for me.
A midnight rest by the ocean
helps my sorrow, for I know this will end tomorrow.
Summer Days!
Victoria V.
The brown sand running through my fingers,
the kids swimming in the lake,
the water is a mix of azul con verde,
El lago.
My red umbrella covering the
sun’s yellow glow.
The sky, so beautiful and unique
makes me want to
stay here all day
El lago!
Room 207
Mr. DiPrima’s Class
Summer
Amanda A.
Summer, it’s on its way.
Summer, a time for dry and green.
Summer, pretty pink dresses.
Summer, red beautiful roses.
Summer, a yellow hot sun.
Summer, blue shallow agua.
Summer, independent and away.
Verano, greatest season ever.
Monica A.
Un Sueño
Es como un sueño,
All those tall green trees,
keeping you cool and calm,
it’s like a dream.
Es como un sueño,
the light blue skies,
soft clouds,
and the warm winds.
Y no olviden el bronce sol.
It’s like a dream,
all those red roses,
and the great smell they bring,
the silver moon at night,
those twinkling stars,
it’s like a dream,
es como un sueño.
Confused
Rebecca C.
I hate him but
want to forgive him
he was my best friend
he made me smile,
and laugh now,
all I want to do is
cry and lie
I think I cry
and wish t odie
confused is the
word people use
and is what I am
I’m confused in
who to trust
1 person can mess
your life up and that
is what he did to me
confused is the
beginning
sadness is the end…
confused
and
accused
The Strange
Xylina D.
A beautiful place
With sand and grass
Sage brushes passing through
No one around
It is a dream
Nothing but blanco
With a pinch of brown
That nadie can see
Sinking in
My Corazon cojo rising up
Pounding and pounding
Blue is my color and yellow is the sun
El Mar
Ciro F.
Es como un sueño,
el sol brillante y amarillo,
la agua fresca y azul.
At night the bright stars
in the sky,
shining with the bright
white moon in the dark
night.
Nature
Ruben G.
The outdoors is very nice,
the azul sky
the blanco clouds
the verde grass
the rojo birds chirping
a little tune.
This is a very cool nice day.
Little kids are out to play.
I don’t want this day to go
away. I don’t want a black
sky. I don’t want this
day to fly by.
I want to have this nice
day with a beautiful sky.
Outside
Miguel H.
The tree is verde.
It’s not dead; the
wind is just blowing
the leaves. The nice
green leaves blowing
away. I see the
kids playing outside,
kids riding their
bikes, people walking
their dogs. It’s a beautiful
day. I wish every day
was like this.
About Hands on Stanzas
Hands on Stanzas, the educational outreach program of the Poetry Center of Chicago places professional, teaching Poets in residence at Chicago Public Schools across the city. Poets teach the reading, discussion, and writing of poetry to 3 classes over the course of 20 classroom visits, typically from October through April. Students improve their reading, writing, and public speaking skills, and participating teachers report improved motivation and academic confidence. You can contact Cassie Sparkman, Director of the Hands on Stanzas program, by phone: 312.629.1665 or by email: csparkman(at)poetrycenter.org for more information.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
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