This week Ms Caplan’s class continued working on their golden shovels. In Ms. Murray’s class we tried something a little different. Students did a quick free write exercise and then picked a line they loved from what they wrote. That line was written on a blank sheet of paper, and then passed around at their tables a few times. This then became the jumping off point for whatever kind of poem students wanted to write. They could discard it and work on their own idea, or rework the line in their own way. There was no prompt, no brainstorming, and no exercise like the ones we usually do every week. Instead these seasoned poets got to choose their own poetic adventure. Enjoy this week’s pieces!
Ms. Caplan’s 6th Grade Class- Golden Shovels
So never fear lovely people, love comes again,
Jayleen
When you are so
scared of something never
be afraid or fear
the thing because lovely
things come to all people
so don’t fear love
always finds it’s way or comes
to you all over again
Me Myself and I, Is What I Say All the Time
Mayte
My brother is just like me
funny and strong like myself
he is older, I am younger, and
we argue all the time. I
mean we can be mean to each other. Is
that what siblings do? Yes, but so what!
Every sibling fights. But I,
will always be there for him, once in a while I say
mean things, but I’ll always care about him. All
these memories we have together, the
memories we might not experience for a long time.
Para el Amigo Sincero, Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca
Isabella
Las personas, usan palabras para
expresar los sentimientos al el
querido de su corazon, el amigo
prefiere mirar, que hablar, es sincero
mira que todo lo que hicieron, por el cultivo
del amor de su amistad, se acaba por una
sola persona, que conocio, es como una rosa
que quema almas por dentro aunque sea solo blanca
Translation
People use words
to express their feelings to the
beloved of their heart. A friend
prefers to watch rather than speak — he is sincere.
He sees that everything they did for the cultivation
of love in their friendship ends because of
a single person he met. It’s like a rose
that burns souls from within, even if it is only white.
Ms. Murray’s 6th Grade Class- Choose Your Own Adventure
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Bianca
Maybe in another universe I would wake
up to a brother kicking me, to wake
me up. Maybe I would have straight
hair and dress differently.
Maybe, I would live in a different
country, and be familiar with a
different room. Maybe my favorite
song would annoy me ,and I’d turn
it down all the way, or maybe I
would say things I’ve never
dreamt of saying before.
Or maybe I’d be the exact
same.
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Emma
When God is with me I can
do anything.
I can swim.
I can ride a bike.
I can ride a skateboard.
I can draw.
I can drive.
I can skydive.
If I just put my
mind to it.
