Ms. Carlson Room 316
Verses, Chorus, Choir
La la la la la
Do, Re, Mi, Fa
So, La, Ti, Do
Singing High
Singing low
Bach, Beethoven, Beatles, Bon Jovi
While in the country,
on a quiet night,
you’ll hear this sound
a new, yet familiar one.
You’ll hear a hum
a few cricket chirps.
The quiet makes a noise in your mind.
You’ll go crazy deciphering it
for it cannot be deciphered.
It is a chirp, a hum, and
is silent.
The sound of summer is hot,
It burns, it heats
It brings people to the hot beach.
Houses have their
Air-conditioning on. People are hoping
For some rain or snow. Happy
Children are off, having fun in the
Sun. And relaxing at home.
It sounds like air-conditioning,
Kids screaming, people splashing
On the beach, and sometimes
Nothing at all. This is the sound
Of summer.
The water drips through the faucet.
It drops on the
sink. The clock strikes 12 with a
loud Gong! The sounds of
my parents snoring in a deep
sleep.
The knocks of the wind
pounding against the windows.
The creaks of the stairs
as you walk up and down.
The click of the lamp
as the light shines in.
Crunch munch munch crunch
the sound of eating is annoying
you can’t think straight at
all. You think everyone is eating
you can’t even talk when you’re
chewing. The sound is so boring
it makes me go crazy
made nuts but I hear it
every day, because I eat
food.
I nearly sleep, close to it
all of a sudden, I hear thuds
the neighbors upstairs
are jumping. But I think
it is burglars. So I cover myself
until morning. I could
barely sleep. Long night and
a big day ahead.
A sound is something you hear.
With your ear.
It could be a sound of crickets
when someone tells a bad joke,
or the sound of pizza,
which probably has no sound.
It could be the sound of you
reading this poem,
or a sound of you eating sloppy,
and the crumbs of your treat fall on the
floor.
A sound is a sound,
which is something you hear,
and not something you eat like
that pizza.
The sound of loving, caring, and conflict.
A sound of sharing, glaring, and fun.
What do you think of when you hear this sound?
Do you think of a world with no ups and downs?
Well friendship is way more than that
You have times that are good
You also have times that are bad.
Friendship is definitely no secret
It’s for everyone to hear.
Mr. Chau Room 220
It sounds like having fun
It sounds like kids yelling YOU’RE
IT! It sounds like
I will race you
It sounds like
kids getting sleepy
It sounds like kids
going. It sounds
like driving
away
Bye Park
have you ever
heard the sound
the sound of the
quiet tapping when
you’re alone and
all’s on your mind
is that good memory
the faint noise of
something you never
heard before but
reminds you of
the greatest moment
the moment you
never lived but
always imagined
the sound of the thing
that you always seem
to hear when you’re
alone that makes you
feel like you’re soaring
across the clouds
with your ears open
but your eyes closed
that sound.
Flushy slushy snow
the mud making a
mushy sound.
The drizzling sound
turning into water
the water makes
a rustling sound
like paper.
The splash again
and again. Without
water or snow
we will not survive.
Splish-splash has the sun rise
the beach lights up like a big smile.
The beach goes splash has a boy
or girl. Jumps in the beach yells
yeah has people come, wow the
beach can make some noise.
As I listen playing
hockey fans cheering I
Connor have a breakaway
3 on 0 I pass to my brother
he passes it to Jackson.
I’m banging on my stick
boom boom I get the puck
I slap it off the post
ding. I start celebrating
yeah so do the fans.
It was the champion-
ship we are on the bench.
They are reviewing it.
It is nailbiting the
ref goes to center
ice. He is about to
make the call when
he and the other
officials have 1
more thing to base
the goal on. The fans
eagerly wait to know
Goallllllllllllllllllllllll
Sound sound all around
it makes my ears go
down. The sound it sounds
like wolves howl. Everything
is great with sound sound
sound.
She yelled.
Sound traveled through the air.
I hear thoughts.
I know they’re mine.
Nor do I notice;
the sound repeats.
I close my eyes.
It’s just me and
my thoughts.
I feel like water
drips on me, I feel
pushed.
I hear the sound,
the sound of water.
It travels fast so I
cannot see it.
I open my eyes only to realize
the sound that has traveled,
through the air, has transported me
with the light.
Mr. Cox Room 312
Creak goes the wheels,
VVVVV goes the chains,
Squeak goes the seat,
Ku, ku, ku goes the wheels,
this is the sound of a
bike
When will it stop
My ears are going to pop
All in their conversation
While teachers are giving a demonstration
They have the gift of gab
Talking in the hall
When we go to the science lab
The teacher says, “Now that is all.”
I could hear the crack of the bat
The pitcher take off his hat,
The ball was hit so hard
I was so glad that I got the hitter’s card,
The ball was hit so deep
The person who caught did not want to keep,
It was so fun
The runner had known it was a Home Run,
The ball was hit so hard you could
Hear it across the city,
But for the other team
it was such a pity.
When I read the words speak to me.
Sounding like a faint voice whispering
to me. It sounds like
a crackle of fire,
a cold winter breeze,
feels so real,
but only typed words scattered
across the parchment.
The sound of time. The sound of every clock
like a mouse running. The sound of time as fast
as gravity pulls you down.
The nighttime countryside so silent
The crickets chirping all night
Animals so loud, still making noise
Through our farm in Idaho well, Boise
The rain dropping on the tapping leaves
So pleasant more than weaving
The life of living on a farm
Still peaces my life
While I sleep,
weird sound,
grr,
makes it sound like a monster.
It’s just scary,
like a ghost in your house weeping,
like hmmm….
Just by thinking of it,
makes me get goosebumps!
According to me,
as you will soon see,
that water wants to be free.
It splashes,
it crashes,
nothing stands in its way.
It cooks,
lines hook,
the fish that want to play.
But water lets them go,
water lets them flow,
through a life of despair,
and no care.