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My name is Julia and I am 10 years old. I write poetry and other creative writings.
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Wednesday, April 30, 2003
MARS AND EARTH Mars makes me think of the color red,fire,a red ball that glows in the dark, a big red eye looking at me and earth makes me think of nature,myself,sound,water, land and lots of stuff,good bye for now. at school we did homework.Homework about earth and mars. Tuesday, April 29, 2003
BAG I love this bag It is nice I had it when I was a baby. It might not be interesting to you I make little stuff out of it but I had to change it so it can be normal. I just like that bag. I saw a grocery bag in the closet. I didn't think so many people would like it, but I like it myself. Monday, April 28, 2003
SUN up in the sky is a big yellow bright star that is the sun I can see the sun. I know the sun is important.I write about it. Sunday, April 27, 2003
A CAP That muddy cap looks great when the lights are off I put a flashlight and see it looks like a shiny brown star with little orange and yellow on it. I have good eyes and I am the only one who could see the orange and yellow on it. I remember this cap belonged to a baseball player. I set the cap on the desk and fall asleep. I like baseball. I decided to talk about a baseball cap. THE TREE I am a tree growing on the ground, my leaves grow and when I was never born I was a seed it flew in the wind and it became a plant. It grew and grew up It is such a nice day out here but I'm thirsty can the rain come down? I look outside; there is a tree. In this poem I decided to make this poem when I was pretending to be a tree. Saturday, April 26, 2003
ORNETTE COLEMAN'S SAXOPHONE Ornette plays good but some people don't like him and down goes the saxophone, Ornette gets sad and mad. He is still playing and it is great. Mom told me to write about Ornette's saxophone so I did. THE BAT An old bat that got burned in the fire looks like a bone shiny and brown with little cracks like a fault in the middle of the earth I think it looks nice like that. I read a book about Roberto Clemente when his mom threw his bat in a fire. I think it would look nice. CHEETAH Inside the cheetah is stuffing and black spots yellow skin who is a cheetah stuffed animal. I decided to write about my stuffed cheetah. Friday, April 25, 2003
ARGUMENT OF MY BOOK I wrote about my Dad, a cheetah, and plants coming out of chocolate, lizards, unicorns, sun, stuff against war, a flying ship, school, and what I could do about exploring, water and about a balloon farm, stuff I never told people about, about a door, vegetables, book worms, about six stuff paper reminds me of, rivers, a stork, what quiet stuff makes me think of, about peace, dreams, apology poems, rattle snake, a trip to France that is not true and that is it. My dad taught me to do the "argument of the book" poem. WHAT I SAW TODAY I saw plants come out of my chocolate and I went to a pond and a snake with roller skates on the ground and a whole bunch of choclate, some blue wine that my Dad had and I had never seen blue wine, I saw a yellow spotted lizard with white tongue, black teeth, red eyes and then it was night and now time to go to bed. My Dad read "Rose, Where Did You Get That Read," and he found a section where there were poems where you imagine this stuff that you like is all together. WATER Inside me there is red purple blue water way inside my body there is no more water I think. My Dad read "Rose, Where Did You Get That Red" and I did a "one word" poem myself. DRUMS AND PIANO MAKE ME THINK OF Drums make me think of footsteps all around me and rain coming down, windy, branches breaking off trees. Drums also make me think of fireworks and clapping hands, leaves blowing, horses galloping all together, rocks falling off mountains, and piano makes me think of birds chirping, people humming, people talking, water spilling and those little sounds when they hit the ground, whispering, all kinds of stuff. Dad read "Rose, Where Did You Get That Red" and told me something about piano and drums. I decided to write that same kind of poem. Monday, April 21, 2003
I WANT PEACE War is not peace. Peace is not war. I want peace. You bomb little forts and kill people. Not good. This is another poem I wrote against the war. Then I went to the protest in Forest Park. Sunday, April 20, 2003
Sun, sun, how did you get so bright? How do you stay up in the sky instead of ground? You must be special. Where did you come from, sun? Please tell me I will see if you can answer my questions. This is another "Tyger, Tyger, burning bright" poem. I've never told anyone that I have been on the sun without getting burnt. I never told any body I talk to nature. I never told anybody I have magic powers. And here comes my Mom and time to go. My mom read "Rose, where did you get that red" again, and you had to think of stuff that you've thought of and never told anyone, and it doesn't have to be true. NOISES AND COLORS Boom, here is a white and brown drum tick, tock, here comes the brown clock thump thump, here comes the red white and blue parade flap flap, here comes a red white and blue flag whoosh whoosh here comes the wind boom boom, the red white and blue parade is over When I first started writing poetry I decided to do noises and colors together. This is one of my first poems. Friday, April 18, 2003
Unicorn unicorn, where did you get that horn? I wish I had one, unicorn, where did you get those magic powers and your four legs? Unicorn, I need you. You must tell me what you need to live, and come here quick. This is the same kind of poem as the Rattle snake one. Rattle snake rattle snake where did you get that rattle? Rattle snake where did you come from? Rattle snake please tell me how did you get your food and your long body? I wish you were here. We did "Tyger, Tyger burning bright" poems, and you had to ask lots of questions of mysterious creatures. Thursday, April 17, 2003
SHORT POEMS My dad beat the dusty drums. The butterfly landed on the bare branches of the tree. The rose came out of the ground in the dark woods. The rocks came down the mountain far away from the city. The rocket exploded before it landed in the sea. I mopped the dusty floors in my new house made out of logs in the woods. Tic toc the clock is ready for midnight. I read a book called "Rose, where did you get that red?" again. I found poems that were short. One poem was a "The frog jumps in the sound of the water." I decided to write a poem like that. So I wrote a few poems and called them "Short poems." IT IS QUIET When I tip toe into a room I feel like someone is sneaking to get something. When I move my hands I feel like I am telling a story. When I throw a ball in the air I feel like I am throwing a ball to someone. When I push the door open I feel like I am just relaxing. I read a book called "Rose, where did you get your red?" with my Dad. There were quiet poems, so I decided to do that kind of poem so I wrote one. Wednesday, April 16, 2003
THIS IS JUST TO SAY This is just to say I broke your umbrella which you were saving for a rainy day. I thought it was a toy because I saw a baby play with it. I saw an umbrella my mom had and thought of stuff you could do with an umbrella. Tuesday, April 15, 2003
I seem to be a seagull flying in the air, but I really am a scare crow just sitting there, I seem to be a house sitting there, but I am really a book sitting there, I seem to be a scientist, but I am a poet writing all day and I am. I read another book Kenneth Koch wrote called wishes lies and dreams. there was a section about I seem to be/but I really am poems. Monday, April 14, 2003
I DO NOT LIKE WAR I sit on a mat and say with my own mouth war cannot go on. I pick up a loaf and say war must not go on. So decide to protest, I go into my house with a sign. I see a flower I put it on the sign Now I'm going to my house I have a sign about war in Iraq I do not like war and it must stop. I wrote this poem for my Mom's friend Elena, because she doesn't like war either. THIS IS JUST TO SAY This is just to say I ripped the American flag which you were saving for a speech our President was going to give. I hope you aren't mad. I just wondered what the flag was made of. I got this idea when I heard that an American flag got ripped on Sept. 11. THIS IS JUST TO SAY This is just to say I stole the flowers which you were saving for a wedding. Please forgive me. I just couldn't help it. They smelled so sweet and so good. I like flowers and I wanted to do an apology poem about them. I like weddings too, so I decided to write a poem about flowers for a wedding. THINGS I KNOW HOW TO DO I know how to turn a cat into a dog, I know how to turn an apple red, I can wrestle with a baboon, I can turn an elephant into a statue by putting powder on the elephant, I can grow a rose bush forty feet high, I can put my head on a dog's tail, I can make a building with my bare hands, I can make fun of a weasel and he will be mad, I can walk without touching the ground, I can do anything with a noun. I wrote this poem with my Dad. He wrote one line and I wrote the other. We made a "lie poem." Sunday, April 13, 2003
WHAT SIX THINGS PAPER REMINDS ME OF 1. Paper reminds me of writing my story and my poems. 2. Paper reminds me of the trees. 3. Paper reminds me of nature. 4. It also reminds me of wood. 5. Also my handwriting. 6. Learning by reading a paper. I read the same book "Rose, where did you get that red" and saw this section about 13 ways of looking at a blackbird. I decided to do that kind of poem so I chose paper because I always like paper and thought that would be a good choice. Saturday, April 12, 2003
A DOOR I want to be a door I want to be a smooth door I want to be brown, I want to be wood, I want to open and close I want to stay still and relax I really imagine I am going to be a brown, smooth door staying still in our front porch and I will if I can and here is a piece of me When I was in the garage I found a piece of wood. I knew it came from the door, so I decided to write a poem about it. And I also taped a piece of wood to my notebook to show what I meant. VEGTABLES I hate vegetables, I get tomatoes and I do not like them, but my mom says those are new kinds of apples take a bite and it tasted really good, I get some spinach and I do not like spinach, but my mom says those are green grapes, but they're bigger and not so much like a circle, take a bite it tastes good. I get some corn and I do not like corn, but my mother says that it is not corn that is a new kind of french fries, take a bite it was good, I got some carrots and I do not like carrots, but my mother says take a bite, those are oranges in funny shapes and it tastes good, I kept on eating vegetables, I discovered that I was eating vegtables and now love vegetables. I read a book about this and decided to write a poem about it. Friday, April 11, 2003
THE RIVERS REMIND ME OF Snake river reminds me of a wiggly line crawling like a snake. Nelson river reminds me of someone famous who did something to this river and they named the river after him. Ottawa river reminds me of an Indian who was really important so they named the river after that person. Yellow river reminds me of the sun glittering in the water and the river looks yellow. Sorry, I have to go to Vistula river. I read a book that is called "Rose, Where did you that Red," and there is a section where poems have a river in each line. I decided to do that kind of poem. |