I hear my mom cooking palomitas, POP! — The Sounds of Darwin Elementary

For our third class together, the Darwin 2nd graders and I worked on incorporating sound into our poems. We looked around our houses, schools, and of course, Chicago, for inspiration. Listen up!

Mr. Posthelwait
2nd Grade

Noisy Poems
Bulmaro M.

I can hear cars
I go to the playground
Eggs on the stove
Cats meowing at night
In school I hear bells
I hear sirens
I like stomping
My city is noisy

Nathalie N.

I hear my school bell ring ring
I hear my mom talking ¡Nathalie!
I hear my brother screaming aaa
I hear the city pip
I hear myself reading shhh!

City Sounds
Richeal S.

The tambores go pam pam pam
The dogs go bark bark
I hear my mom cooking palomitas POP
The feet go stomp stomp

Mr. Rence
2nd Grade

Joevanni M.

I hear the clock go tick toc, tick roc
I hear the water go splash splash splash
I hear the car go beep beep beep

The Crazy Sounds That I Hear
Alyssa T.

I hear dogs barking at home
I hear cars beeping in the city
I hear bottles going gop gop gop
I hear my brother crying waaa waaaaaa
I hear children going bloobloo

Christopher E.

My baby brother watching
TV sounds like psss brrr
My mom cleaning the floor
with a mop sounds like
squeak, squeak
The fire alarm at
school sounds like bee-do,
bee-do, bee-do
My dad fixing the car sounds
like kurrn, kurrn, kurrn



“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.