Bret Harte 2nd Graders Imagine Monsters!

For my 7th time meeting with Bret Harte 2nd graders, we looked at Maya Angelou’s “Life Doesn’t Frighten Me,” and talked about things that we are afraid of.  Then we had some fun with the poem, “I Eat Kids Yum Yum!” by Dennis Lee.

Things we are afraid of

Then we imagined different kinds of monsters and wrote poems about them. Enjoy, and Happy Holidays!

Ms. Holman
2nd Grade 

Christmas Monster
Andrea A.

She is bright red and white.
She loves Christmas so much.
She helps Santa with gifts.
She is up at night.
She is 7 years old.
Her birthday is on Christmas.
She plays with her dad.
She lives with Santa.
She has a sister.
She loves snow.
She and her sister play with reindeer.


Santa Monster
Ivan H.

Santa Monster
steals presents from kids.
Eats reindeer. Drinks
elves slurp slurp! Stomps children
and makes jam with
them.  It comes out at
day time.  Puts people in sacks.
He lives in Kentucky.
He spreads corona.  He
dislikes books.  He does not
like Mrs. Claus. Run! Or get
your presents taken!


Werewolf with Wings
Veronica G.

This wolf is sweet.  She is nice.
How unbelievable to see a
werewolf with wings.  She lives in the
woods.  She helps the people in
need.  But she is bullied by others
which makes her mad.  She can get
out of control or intense.  Her name
is Susan.  I am only talking about
one.  There are others, girls and boys.
You can tame one but it would
be hard.  You can make one
your pet.  They could live anywhere.


Fire and Lightning Monster
Dominic W.

A fire and lightning monster
with dark eyes and it
throws a big giant ball

full of lightning and fire
then he eats you and
he eats the head first
so you can die easily.
The color is red, green, yellow.
He comes out at night and
breaks your house.


Third Grade Teacher Monster
Peyton R.

She yells at kids she
hates them so much she
is the teacher monster.
She eats kids and chomps them
up into little pieces.  She growls
at them “Yaoorrrr I hate kids Yaoorrr.”
She never lets kids eat candy
or cookies and hot chocolate.
“No sweets!” she says.  She shoots
ice cubes to freeze kids.  She also
bites kids.  She hates kids so much.








“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.