I dream about …

Have you ever woken up from a dream and scratched your head in complete confusion? This week we talked about all the strange and whimsical things that happen behind our eyes when we drift off to sleep. There was bigfoot, a killer kitten attacking dogs, twizzlers, houses flooding and a pond in the sky. I think you’ll get a kick out of this week’s poem just like I did. Enjoy!

I Dream 

Jeremiah -1st Grade

I dream of white ducks

we can make a pond 

in the sky

and a slide! 

In the slide

is a lot of ducks! 



“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.