Young Writers Experiment with Poetry in the Lab

Student writers in 3^rd, 4^th and 5^th grades are immersing in a study of poetry this month in the Lab.  In order to be able to write a poem, one must first read a variety of poems with a poet’s eye. After time spent studying the craft moves of varied poets, students take pen to paper and have-a-go with emulation of the characteristics that make up this creative genre! Throughout the month of February, sample student poetry will be posted on the Heritage Blog, please take a moment to read a few of our first entries!

Imagine

by River C ~5^th Grade

Imagine a night when the air is still warm from the sun,

Where the stars make signs like constellations

And the trees and leaves blow around crazy like bees

Looking for nectar.

Imagine a day when there’s a chilly breeze in the wind,

Where the cars in the city go back and forth all day

Like a bee when going in between his hive and flowers

And when they flowers blossom and bloom

 In the warm and sunny day.

Imagine, Imagine, Imagine a beautiful day and night,

Where the skies light up like a rainbow

When the sun dies down,

The warm sun stays late

As if to play with the children.

Imagine.

Crazy

by Nora V~ 5^th Grade

You’d have to be crazy

To prepare in minutes

To put on that large bulky helmet

To put on that large outfit

To get out there and compete

And take risks of injuries

And failing

You’d have to be crazy

To keep going

To actually get up there

And do it while risking

Your life and health

You’d have to be crazy

To do BMX

What is it about 6 AM?

by Shaeley R~ 5^th Grade

What is it about 6 AM?

The quiet pitch black darkness before sunrise

All you can hear is the subtle sound of crickets

Getting more quiet with every second.

And me.

Me opening and closing every morning.

The same time. Place. And spot every morning.

Me waiting for the call for breakfast

And me packing my backpack for school.

Me with my thoughts about today.

Tomorrow. And the week.

What is it about 6 AM?

The quiet steps down the stairs to the kitchen.

The light sound of the garage door when my dad leaves.

Waiting and waiting until I get to school to see my friends.

Every morning to night and night to morning.

What is it about 6 AM?