Dear _______,

For our 6th session with Waters 7th Graders, we explored the epistolary poem (ie, a poem in letter form). Our mentor text was “Dear P” by Victoria Chang. We talked about who P might be, and why the speaker felt compelled to write to them. Then students wrote their own letter poems, with some opting for an envelope to mail theirs. Take a look below and enjoy!

Waters 7th Grade

Wind Luke V.

Where did you go?
Somewhere warm,
somewhere cold?
Was it rainy,
or did it snow?
Did you grow strong,
or was your energy low?
Up in the sky,
or down, down below?
Wherever you go

Theda Sydney J.

when you enter
I smell your fresh perfume. like i’m on the beach in brazil.
when you leave,
it feels like a dark raincloud came over me.
wet, cold, and sad.
when you get a low taper.
I want to squeeze you until you pop like a balloon
your eyes sparkle like a star in the night sky
when you make a silly face, you look like a silly monkey.
I’ll always remember you silly.
– Sydney

What's It Like Oliver R. (to my dog, Nieve)

What’s it like being far from your home but close to ours
How do you just keep going like you can’t stop
How do you just keep going when you’re lost physically and mentally

How?

What’s it like being far from your home but close to ours
How do you just keep driving even when your brain is in a million places
How do you just keep driving even when your brain is a cluster of ideas

How?

What’s it like being far from your home but close to ours.
How do you just never stop without worrying about how age won’t stop.
How do you just never stop even when things get in your way.

How?

taco, part 2 Chris Q.

dear taco world can I come to your planet
please I want to see your planet and how
everything works also I heard that every day
is taco tuesday I love tacos so much as a friend
of course and one question what is your planet
made of like a hard shell or beef because
that’s what a taco is made of here on earth
so you should let me on your planet and don’t
worry I don’t eat tacos like every other human
and one final thing tacos are amazing

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