Animale Carnivale (pt. 1)

As part of a partnership with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra, I too get to teach the Carnival of the Animals to all of my students. I was able to play the music for “The Royal March of the Lions,” “Hens and Roosters,” “Fossils,” “The Swan,” “Wild Asses” (which I changed to “Wild Horses” because they’re 7th graders) and “Pianists” (which I DIDN’T change to “Piano Players” because I’m an idiot). I would play two tracks per class and the students would write poems to each. I had a TON of great poems for this one and was unable to type up all the ones I wanted to (like this one and this one). Enjoy!

Mrs. Asvos
7th Grade, 2nd Period

Morgan W.

Their big manes rub the floor
they throw the females up in the air and
their twirls catch the wind

They march up and down
the ladies are dancing

Falling to the floor and
using the big fur
using their head as poms

They fall dramatically and
stand up and walk away
like a graceful gazelle

Anya P.

My brother
in a lion costume
on my couch

twirling, flipping, doing the splits
in a lion costume
my brother

my weird little brother
just being his weird little self
my brother in a lion costume

Byron A.

Sneaking up on a prey by dancing
and ducking when the prey looks
then they ran up the stairs then down
the stairs then up the walls and
the lion disguised himself in a picture
and continued to sneak on his prey then
he got tired of chasing it, got a gon
and shot it.

Chase the prey
be sneaky
try not to
make a sound
not even a squeaky
kill the prey
omg you don’t
look pretty

Mrs. Asvos
7th Grade, 3rd Period

“My ‘Talented’ Horse”
Mohammad A.

I ran down the stairs
to what I saw amazed me
my horse, oh so stupid,
was playing the piano so well.
How could this be.
But when I saw the martini
I now understood.
He was a drunk musician.
Who plays that good.

Kaylie Perez

The sound of the piano
was making me scared.
I realized I was about
to fall.
As I did, I ended up in
a mall.
They were staring at me
like I’m a type of joke.
But what’s so wrong?
I’m only a horse.

missing name

The horse was running on a hills up and down
and every time it touches the ground it turns
white and blacked and looked like the mustang logo.

The horse is going up and down hills and every
time it touches the ground it turns black and white like
a piano and it stops and looks at you like a human



“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.