The Hands

This week, we read an incredible poem by Gina Valdes, called The Hands. We talked about the concept of symbolism in poetry and what hands symbolize in Valdes’s poem. Our discussion about this poem was absolutely amazing. Student’s observations, interpretations and questions were so thoughtful and profound. They talked about community, culture, magic, and the state of the world. We talked a bit about how they were able to decipher the mysteries of poetry so easily now that they have so much experience as writers as well as readers.Students then got to work on their own pieces about all the things their hands can do, and what they represent. Enjoy this week’s pieces! 

Ms. Murray’s 6th Grade Class 

Hands 

Alan Meraz

My hands, your hands, others hands. 

Can fix, float and dive. 

When I move my hands

they’re like waves, passing through

the ocean. My hands show how

to move with the flow. 

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Audrey

My hands can find the 

way back to where

I always want to 

be, home. Asleep. 

My hands can play 

the music better. 

My hands can 

lock in for a hug

I give to my dearest friend. 

My Hands

Juan

With my hands I can create

any contraption or masterpiece

no matter the material used.

When my hands move, everything

moves.

My hands know what to touch and 

what not to touch. 

When I look at my hands I 

remember how small they were.

When my hands speak they say 

“What?”

With one touch my hands can be

electrified with a type of sense

My hands can do lots of things,

My hands cannot do lots 

of things.

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