Fruit Ghazal

This week, poets at Poe Middle School in Ms. Agboola’s class learned about the ghazal. Here’s what they created.

Ms. Agboola 6th grade

Blue Savannah R.

Feast. Fast.

Feast fast on your blueberries.

Hurry. They’re almost gone.

Come get the remaining blueberries.

So so so many. Too many!

These blueberries are suffocating.

They stained my dress.

Those crushed blueberries stained my dress.

Love blue.

Love blueberries.

Apples Cameron M.

Apples Apples Apples Boy do I love Apples

Today I went to the apple orchard and saw a great apple

Apples apples apples boy do I love apples

I went to the market and saw a red apple

Apples Apples Apples boy do I love Apples

Today I went to my backyard and I saw a gold Apple

Apples apples apples boy do I love apples

All apples taste good just like a snapple

Ms. Agboola 7th grade

Grapefruit Kendall Silva

On Christmas my mother overfills the

baskets with grapefruit.

Pineapple, mangoes, watermelon, other citrus

to but mostly grapefruits.

She opens the door to let the Christmas

air in.

Stands are open selling grapefruit.

I love to watch mom cut the grapefruit.

She peels the grapefruit so nice.

The vendor sells so many.

We are in shock of the low price of the

grapefruit.

Everyone at the table is happy to have

so much fruit.

Such an abundance of grapefruit

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