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
Tuesday, April 29, 2003
I love this bag
It is nice
I had it
when I was
It might not be
interesting to you
I make little stuff
out of it
but I had to
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
I can see the sun. I know the sun is important.I write about it.
Sunday, April 27, 2003
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.
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
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.
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.
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,
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.
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.
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
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
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
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
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
So decide to protest,
I go into my house
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
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.
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.