A Special Gift

Since this is a season of gift-giving, in Ms. Sanchez’s 5th grade class, we read Pablo Neruda’s Ode to My Socks. We loved the ways Neruda described the socks and his feet as so many very surprising things (sharks! fish! tropical birds!) and how that layering of metaphor and description showed his excitement for the gift. We then wrote poems that shared about a present that was really important to us, not because it was expensive or fancy, but because it had meaning. The students wrote beautiful poems! Also, many students took home copies of the poem in both English and Spanish to read with their families and compare the differences!

A Beautiful Blow of Music

-Celestine R

The guitar, the dust in the air, and the musical item sitting

in front me in delight at at my smile. I take

a glimpse of it, looking at the old dainty color.

I put my fingers, gliding them on a string,

a note plays. I glaze my hand down

the handle. It was dusty, like an old pair

of clothes. My breathe blows, and wooshes

the dust off. I shed a tear, thinking of her, my grandma.


The PURPLE-est

-Clarke H

The present I got didn’t call to me nor spoke

my name, I called to it. I was thinking how lovely purple

it was as silent as that bird you’ve never

seen, hiding away, it’s taste was so bland

you could call it art, its bumpy wave poking my fingers

like the road, looking like it’s halfway to night. Sitting

it down, to rest for another day, it’s really pretty

in my taste.


The Bracelet of Destiny 

-Dylan A

The bracelet is like a heart to me because

my grandma gave it to me before she passed

away so if I lose it it’s like I lose my

heart and my life would be over.


A necklace my grandmother is passing down generation to generation

-Keyla M

The necklace

was a cloud

up in the


The necklace

was like a trip to

the past.

The necklace

was the color

of the night sky.

The necklace

smelt like

fresh blue


The necklace

is a Merry

Christmas but

even better.





“Writing poetry makes me feel like I can see myself, like I can see my reflection, but not in a mirror, in the world. I write and I know I can be reflected.”
-Oscar S.

“Writing poetry makes me feel free.”
-Buenda D.

“Writing poetry is like your best friend.”
-Jessica M.