“Inside My Pencil”

The week before spring break, Bret Harte 2nd graders had a chance to explore two poems:  Kathi Mitchell’s “What’s Under the Sky,” and my poem, “Inside My Shoe.”  Students looked for patterns in both poems, and brainstormed lists of things that follow other things, as well as things that are under, next to, and inside of other things. Feeling refreshed from spring break, students returned ready to write new poems from their brainstorm ideas!

Ms. Holman
2nd Grade

London L.

Inside my pencil is a unicorn
The unicorn gives me lead so I
can write and write.  It hops,
hops around, up and down. She
takes naps when I am done writing.
She loves when I write every day. I love
this pencil.


Sina D.

A lion is chasing an echidna.
That echidna is chasing a mouse
The mouse is getting chased by a
bear. And that bear is getting
chased by a wolverine. And the
wolverine is getting chased by a
mad rhino. And finally, that rhino died
by pouring lava.


Dimitri B.

In the rainbow was a cloud
In the cloud was water
Under the water was a plant
In the plant was an ant
The ant was eating the plant
A spider killed the ant
The spider came to a house
The spider was eaten by a dog.


Andrea A.

My sister is following me
Sometimes when I go
to my room.
Sometimes she spies on me
when I do my homework.
I always catch her
and yell “Get out of here!”


Kamilah B.

I miss my cat, Toast.
Sometimes she jumped
on the kitchen counter
Sometimes she pulled
my brother’s hair
Sometimes she drank
the water from the sink
Sometimes she scratched me
and I said “Ouch! It hurts so bad!”


Ivan H.

Under the sky are
birds flying
Under the birds that are
is a monkey on a tree
and under the tree
is the ground
and under the ground
is an ant colony
and under the ant colony is
and under magma is
the unknown.


Dominic W.

Next to my house is
a giant tree.  Under
the ocean is three
sharks. Behind me is my
dog licking my leg.
In the sky there’s 20
birds. In the school there’s
100 annoying kids. In
space there’s 2 aliens.
And finally in my
bed there’s my favorite stuffed




“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.