Origin Myths @ Shoesmith 5th & 6th Grade

For their fifteenth virtual lesson Shoesmith 5th and 6th graders explored myths. A myth is an ancient story or legend explaining the early history of a group of people or about a natural phenomenon.  Myths are usually passed down from one generation to the next. Every culture around world has their own unique myths. Students mentioned mythical creatures such as dragons, leprechauns, vampires, mermaids, and unicorns. We also discussed Gods and Goddess such as Aphrodite the Greek Goddess of love and Maui, the Polynesian demigod of the sea and wind.

Together we read the poem, “My People,” by Pam Thompson. In her poem Thomas explores the origins of various animals. And those who lived near the canal grew scales/and those who lived on the tops /grew fur to keep out biting winds/and some sprouted wings to hunt for food. The speaker of the poem is a child being told this story by her mother, explaining how animals were once humans, before they underwent supernatural transformation.

Inspired by Pam Thompson, students wrote their own origin myths,  stories about how certain people, creatures, and objects came into existence. Please enjoy these mythical poems.



Ms. Yassky’s 5th Grade
Group 1

Big blue ring
By: Deshawn B.

Long long long time ago there was a woman named Rose. She was working in PE and she was cleaning up and she found something. So she asked everyone in the school if it belonged to anyone. Everyone said no. So, she want home take a shower and the thing that she found was a blue big ring, and it looked like it was for a movie. And she was scared because it looked so weird looking. So she went to a store and they said that it was from a long time ago, it will pick you. She was happy. She let people see it and she was so famous from the blue big ring.

How colors came into the world
By: Victoria G.

Once upon a time
Two sisters were born but they weren’t normal they had powers
They had to keep it a secret
As time moved on they grew apart one was mysterious
and behaved mischievous
On the other hand the other was loyal and
Was joyful
There names were scarlet witches
The bad Scarlett turned the world to black
And white everyone was sad now and depressed
Scarlett had to do something
She was achieving to save the world
She needed help from her pet buddy.
They helped put color back into the world and it rained,
It rained happiness so my mother told me
The world finally lived in peace again

By: Miracle M.

  In the beginning there was a fish soon gonna be a queen. In order to be that queen there’s a wish. You have to become a mermaid. to be a mermaid you are supposed to drink a potion that’s as thick as lotion. As the fish starts to become a mermaid, she’s going through a little bit of mixed emotions. Happy because she turning into a queen and scared because she’s turning half human. Soon she starts turning into a mermaid. It starts at the tip there’s is soon a huge tail with scales; metallic purple and blue ombré.  Then it was so beautiful. She was unconscious. She turned to a Queen. When she realized she was so happy to be the first mermaid!

Ms. Yassky’s 5th Grade
Group 2

Tied to the sun
By Kaylee H.

Long ago, while the sun was high,
Women worked joyfully until the night.

They cut into flour bags, making oval shapes with points toward their front.
They called these “petals.”

Men were sent into the unknown sky to gather light
for their women. When returned, their women would sew their petals into the light.
This made “flowers.”
Women would give the flowers to their husbands to show their love.

Once, a woman with no husband began to make a flower.
The other women laughed, saying “Without light, your flower is no flower!”
But the woman would rather get the light herself than tell someone else to do it.
This woman was Madam Rose.

Madam Rose could not reach the sky, as she did not have the strength or courage.
She decided to create a flower with no light.
She used the clothing of fallen warriors for her petals giving them a red glow.
She layered her petals, allowing them to face toward the sky.

Finally, she was done. Madam Rose named this flower the Rose, after herself.
When she was finished with this flower, she showed it to the gods despite much discouragement from her town.
The gods adored this flower so much that they allowed each flower in the world life.

Now, flowers around the world are given to everyone.


By Ashton S.

Sam plants seeds every 1000 years
while humans breathe he comes down again
every thousand years
but humans keep cutting them down
who knows when Sam is gonna get revealed
to the world all around



Ms. Henry’s 6th Grade
Group 1

How dogs came to the world
By Jonah C.

Once upon of time wolves had a pup
And it wasn’t a wolf it was a dog
And the wolves were confused what to do

And the dog tried to make friends but it was hard because
Everyone thought he was weird
But one day he made a friend and they did everything together

And one day the dog had a pup
And his pup grow up into a dog
And then more dogs came and humans made them friends and pets



The Mimic
By Mame F.

They were once humans
now they are legends.

They were once predictions
now they are true
They were once goners
now they are heroes.

She was once a game, and a human
now she’s a horrible reality.

They call her “The mother of mimics”
She lurks in the woods of japan.

Nobody knows where she is or who she is

But from I’ve heard,
There’s not just one of her, there’s many.
And as she says…

“Everything is a mimic of your reality”

The Cybernetic Wolf 
By Darryl W.

This is not any wolf

This wolf is half werewolf

And half robot

He felt like a knot

In the darkness

Within his safeness

He can not crave

He did not save this

Nor hate this

Now he can make use of this.

Ms. Henry’s 6th Grade
Group 2

just like me
By Yana D.

they were just like me
Years back they looked like me
Pale and tall… bones come through the skin of their fingers

Witches who cursed us ran now we all look the same
Thin under shaped useless and alone in the cold and gloomy world
Mother once told me that we would have to face the real world

Who know they would be so bloodthirsty their faces covered with blood
They look just like me tried eye bags big and heavy
Teeth sharp and long we once met up with the witches but they said they cant help

My dad told me before picking with his eyebrows that we will face the reality
That we will see the real world through the blinds of our eyes that we will see

Now that we are seeing the reality it seems so unreal so fake so gloomy
It seems as if we are all the same our skin looks like white paint
Bones poking out of their arms and back

They looked like me and now they see how it is in my shoes
How lonely it is how cold and gloomy it is how…they look like me now

The Myth Of The Demogorgon
By Xavier H.S.

Mark walked into the wrong place at the wrong time,
where someone dropped a Terragenesis crystal
(Terrigenesis is a genetic mutation triggered when an Inhuman is exposed to the mist produced by Terrigen Crystals. It is through this process that inhumans are able to attain their unique superhuman abilities and/or physical traits.)
and it transformed the human to stone and then it broke out and boom!

A 4 legged mythical creature with a mouth sharper than a shark’s teeth walked around
HUNGRY for human insides
Last night a woman and her son were getting ready to go to sleep and Then
a Demogorgon broke into their window,
the Demogorgon went upstairs and started to devour the woman’s face while she screamed in horror…

Big Foot
By Jaylon M.

Big foot you see him on the news
don’t believe he’s real just think it’s another fake sighting
but your dad asks you if you want to go camping
you say yes not thinking anything of it
but then he says “we might see big foot”
you go out and go camping
you see big foot you follow him
then you’re lost
and on the news it says “boy gone missing after sighting of him with big foot
now do you believe he’s fake?



“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.