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Janna Sobel, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: David J. Domovic
Teachers: Ms. Pinter
School: Alcott Elementary
Sports Court
a poem by Aaron G.,
Grade 3
It's 5:00. The season is summer. I hear the basketball bouncing and hitting the back- board. Hearing theball going in the net. The mood is happy, fun, joyful.
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Janna Sobel, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: David J. Domovic
Teachers: Mr. Jun
School: Alcott Elementary
Alexa's Voice
a poem by Alan D.L.T.,
Grade 6
Her voice is like a baby saying hello. It is like the baby angels singing in the morning. When she goes to my room and says good morning, I say five minutes, but it is Saturday so I hug her and say I am hungry. She laughs and I smile. Later we play the wii or watch spongebob, and when she crys I get sad, and I tell her a joke and she is happy. Last she says, I love having a brother like you.
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Janna Sobel, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: David J. Domovic
Teachers: Ms. Pinter
School: Alcott Elementary
The Thousand Rubies
a poem by Alex,
Grade 3
Your voice is a thousand rubies with a tiger in them. The rubies are the tiger's teeth. The teeth have fire crackling loud. The fire sounds like a volcano exploding like crazy.
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Janna Sobel, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: David J. Domovic
Teachers: Mrs. Billingham
School: Alcott Elementary
Simplicity of Peanut Butter and Jelly
a poem by Alexis Miller,
Grade 6
Sitting on the dock in Indiana, the dock I have known my whole life. With my three cousins and two sisters, sitting all side by side.The sound of the waves crashing on the rocky beach shore, the soothing sound of the parents' laughter tickles my ears. I hear my Nana with the noisy tin foil covering a platter. The familiar crackling makes me smile. All of the children get up and race to her side with opened hands, reaching, shoving and eager.
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Janna Sobel, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: David J. Domovic
Teachers: Ms. Pinter
School: Alcott Elementary
Your Loud Voice
a poem by Allana C.,
Grade 3
Your voice is like a glass window that has been hit with a baseball and shattered down to the ground. Like a chair that fell apart quickly. The wind blowing rocks into the clouds and hitting creatures on the head. A cheetah running faster than anything on the planet. The crabs pinching you with their big claws, and you're screaming as loud as possible but you're on a lasting island with no one with you, and shells are clicking and clacking!
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Janna Sobel, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: David J. Domovic
Teachers: Ms. McAuliffe
School: Alcott Elementary
Sweet Like a Rainbow
a poem by Alycia G.,
Grade 3
Your voice sounds like the pitter patter on a clay tired roof, like a blue bird singing in my front yard. Like a baby in a nursery, a sleeping car on the bed, like a hot fire with a little hot cocoa. The sound of mother singing to you when you're going to bed, the sound of fries being fried.
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Janna Sobel, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: David J. Domovic
Teachers: Ms. Pinter
School: Alcott Elementary
A Low Screech
a poem by Andrew,
Grade 3
Black and yellow. A protected bee. A map to heaven. March up all of the stairs, receiving you.
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Janna Sobel, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: David J. Domovic
Teachers: Mr. Jun
School: Alcott Elementary
Traveling to the Lake
a poem by Anxhela N,
Grade 6
I close my eyes and I am traveling to the lake! I am thinking of things that my imagination shapes. I am thinking of the sun. I am thinking of the lake that is so blue. I am thinking of my life and I am thinking of you.I am traveling to the lake, with my boat and my heart, and I relax to the quiet noise of the birds.
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Janna Sobel, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: David J. Domovic
Teachers: Ms. Pinter
School: Alcott Elementary
Tajma Hall
a poem by Arman,
Grade 3
Tall, snow white within pillars surrounding onto a big white square
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Janna Sobel, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: David J. Domovic
Teachers: Ms. Pinter
School: Alcott Elementary
My First Snowcone
a poem by Ashley M. S.,
Grade 3
When I look at a snow cone it makes me happy, and when I bite it it makes my teeth cold and it has bubble gum in it. It tastes good, and it has different colors, and it makes me feel good when I eat it really cold.When you eat some ice, it makes your teeth cold and you have a brain freeze and you have to spin around everywhere until it goes away. And when it's gone, you eat some more ice.
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