Poetry Corner - Scroll along to read some of my students' poetry!
I Am Not Regina
by M.R.
Indian Warriors scalped heads,
All over town settlers are dead.
Orphans are made captured and afraid.
Getting separated by the sisters, bad dreams raid their beds.
This book is not good for children’s minds,
These horrible images won’t be left behind.
Intellectual pain spreads through our veins,
Blood and death stuck in our brains.
I read this book
I’m so young.
Reading the book out loud,
It’s poison for my tongue.
I Am Regina described the Indians and how they looked,
Stereotypes MAKE UP this whole book!
They’re all not smart, they all live in huts,
All the topless men do big mean struts.
I must go to bed now let’s hope I don’t wake up,
In a nightmare with Regina and her hurt little pup.
The Sea by E.F.
The ocean pulls you in.
Like the sweetest song,
It crashes and swooshes and splashes,
You laugh with it.
The salty breeze flutters your eyelashes,
Musses your hair.
But you don't mind.
L'océan vous tire de dans.
Like the gentlest mother,
The waves wash away the loose sand
At your feet.
Presenting you with worthless treasures.
Shells, friendly crustaceans, seaweed,
an array of prizes she has left for you to uncover.
El océano tira de usted en.
Blue in the summer,
Green on cloudy days,
Gray as iron in the depths of winter.
Like the most expressive of faces,
She can never hide her emotions.
The sun glitters off her face,
When something is lost, her sadness
Is reflected by her actions.
And when her husband,
The North Wind
Feels her anger,
He sends thunder and lightning
To wreak havoc
On those who are guilty.
But innocents are given enough time
To escape and watch the storm
Through their windows.
L'oceà tira de vostè en.
One Painful Day