Animale Carnivale (pt. 2)

The freedom the students had with this assignment with just the music and the animal name was truly amazing. I am definitely going to teach this workshop again, and others, inspired by music without vocals. Srsly.

Mrs. Asvos
7th Grade, 6th Period

“Dinosaur Bath”
Manuel L.

Splash! Splash! Many
dinosaurs taking a bath
in a pond but only
one can fit.

missing name

the chickens and hens were like taking over the
human race like the chicken apocalypse
and the roosters had hens like guns
that shot out baby chicks at
the humans.

Fernando M.

Bang! Bang! Slam!
Dinosaurs flying
every where! Every
body was alive!
Everbody so happy!
Bones everywhere,
flying through the air!

Bang! Bang! Slam!
The bones rushed
back to their
places! Woo! Woo!
The janitor came
to see a
skeleton deconstructed
on the floor.

Mrs. Asvos
7th Grade, 7th Period

“Swans Song # 2”
Katharine V.

swimming through
a lake
the night’s moons
shimmering reflection
in the water
a light breeze
through the night
a chirp of
the nature around
swimming around
sending calm
ripples through the water
waiting until
the sun rises
until its beautiful
orange and pink and
light red filled rays
fill the sky
so then
they can fly
to somewhere new.

“Swan Dive”
Alejandro G.

There are 2 swans
A dad and his daughter.
The daughter is
crying because she is depressed and
she is starving.
The dad is dancing around ignoring her while he lives
The daughter throws a rock that is soft as a pillow
to the dad.
The dad dies, by saying “hi”, the next day.
The daughter smiles and walks
away eating an apple happily.

“Waking Swan”
Mikaila P.

A flower.
The sun.
The ingredients to a waking swan.
The petals unfold the swan awakens.
Head. Neck. Shoulders. Torso. All up.
First step, plié, leap.
Watch it glide as it moves on,
After waking.

Mrs. Asvos
7th Grade, 8th Period

Za’nya S.

Temperature: Good
Ears: Good
Reflexes: ?
I have been a doctor for many years, theres many
things I’ve seen a will not surprise me.
But one thing that still gets me is the reflexes of
the fossils, every time.
Tap, Tap. They all break into song.
One by one playing their own song.
Except for Joe, who keeps playing twinkle, twinkle
little star.
It’s always the same, fossils near and far participate
all during their frequent check up.

Emily L.

Out of an egg
The light is bright
The air is warm
I topple out
with a soft thud.

I am young
Eggs to give
life to have
I beat my wings
with a soft thud.

My bones are stiff
my feathers dull
I am cold
I keel over
with a soft thud.

Eddy P.

As they were strolling in the field of death
the 2 absentminded girls are playing with a chicken
wing fossil and started playing catch with it
and doing a little cheer with it. As the wing
began to come out of its fossil the
absentminded 6 year olds didn’t know
how to catch so they threw the fossil
around thinking a miracle would happen so then
after the 5th throw the fossil broke & the
chicken wing was back in its home and
the little girls skipped back home then all
of a sudden they tripped on a pebble and
died right before the exit of the field of
Death. And they lived happily ever after.


(ed. note: that “THE END.” is actually in the poem and not just me ending this post.)




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