What in the World of the Poem?

This week the young Vikings explored world building and problem solving in poems. They read “The Quiet World” by Jeffery McDaniel and then went off to write their own strange world in which they solve a problem.

The Sun Reflects Off The Lake

by Aria A.

 

The sun reflects off the lake

sending light across my face

I drink while others splash

our fur moist and discolored

no humans in sight as they hide from us

 

The sky warps with color

shadows slowly grow

sending darkness across my face

I walk while others drive

our fur cold and dry

no humans in sight

as they hide from us

 

The moon reflects off the windows

sending light into our homes

I watch TV while others sleep

our fur warm and bright

humans outside

as we are home

 

 

 

I Came Home

by Charlotte O.

 

I came home from a long

day at the coffee shop.

Bad shift.

My wife made gluten free

dairy free

sugar free

delicious dinner.

 

We gather around the table

“No carabeaners at the table.”

I tell my kid.

Sorry, Mom. Mother pass the

matcha.

 

Grayson has something

to say

tears well in her eyes.

Mom and Mother

I don’t know how to

say this,

I’m straight.

 

 

I Open The Door to Somewhere Else

by Matthew E.

 

I open the door to

somewhere else and I

entered Barnes

and Noble

tot he books aisle. It was

empty because it had

closed for the night.

After exploring the

store, I opened the next

door and I see the

city which was bright

and orange, lots of cars

and some people walking

the streets. The third

door leads me to my

high school. Looking at the halls

it was dark

and scary but I got

to see what going to

school at dark feels

like. The fourth door

leads me to my sister’s

school aka my once

elementary and middle school.

It was very emotional

for me to look

at hoe much it has

changed since I was

still there. The fifth

doors take me to

a LEGO tore.

It has some sets

I am interested

in buying next and has

the build your figure

area. After exploring

my fave places, it

was time for me

to enter the sixth

and final door: my

bedroom. I happily

jumped in my bed

and thought about how

much fun I had opening

each door that takes

me to my favorite places.

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