Having A Stroll With You

Can you pat you head and rub your belly at the same time? Can you chew gum and walk? How about walk and observe and write? Just like how any quirky art teacher from an early 2000s indie film would do, I took the students outside because it was a beautiful and bright day and we wrote “walking poems,” which as the name suggests are simply poems written while walking outside.


Walking Poem

by Cal

7th grade


The outside is light

it’s cold, my face is

freezing. My eyes are

fluttering. I can see my


the flowers moving

the clouds look like

they are running.

The people

to the side of me

are talking and moving.

My friend is far.

To me it is cold.

The tree is moving

the dirt is still.

My house is

only a minute away.

My hair is moving.

The stairs seem

rough, the salt below

me looks like rocks.

I see a blue string

on the dark brown

soft soil. I see

parts of the Hale Hawk

sign moving roughly

and hear

birds chirping.

The trees look messed up

it looks like somebody

plucked off all the

leaves quickly. I saw my

cousin waving at me

from the window. He’s gone

I can no longer see his face,

tan skin color,

his medium black hair,

his walking. It’s cold.

My hand is feeling strong.

I see everybody coming

close now. Times over.

Times done. Time to talk

and head back but I

feel crunches by the

others stepping on the grass.

I hear nothing but foot

steps, door opening. A woman

walked passed me. I waved,

she’s sitting on the bench.

I wonder what’s her name?

I see my friend talking. I hear nothing

as I am distances away.




“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.