‘Quinceañera’: Poems of Play

Students made the old-school paper game called a ‘Cootie Catcher,’, which is a form of origami used in children’s games. Parts of the catcher are labeled with words that serve as options for a player to choose from, and on the inside are eight flaps, each concealing a message. To create these poems, the students opened each flap and considered and then chose options to write on their page to make this poem or inspire something totally new!

Lesson Note: Games are fantastic for learning at any age but are particularly important for young learners. Research has shown that games are essential for healthy development in early childhood and beyond. -Cambridge University English Language Assessment, Article: ‘Why Games Are Important’.

Mrs. McClain, 7th Grade

Milk White 

By Cedric

Dream hour through

the window Spring. Storm 

you’re hip you’re fly. Sadness 

of the moon knowing what it

knows. Phantom a seam of light

briefly. Shatters and diamonds. 

Blue Black & Milk White 

by Anora N

Milky white, dreams

the shadow of the moon knowing what 

it knows

phantom. sadness

days & days & days 

dreams, wave 

you emerged from change

hour vanishes the trees

blue black storm 

I can see through the window is

Soring 

sadness. shatters into diamonds

Joy, of the moon knowing what it knows

phantom shadows 

Milky white & blue black storms 

Mrs. McClain, 8th Grade

Days and Days 

By Lucy R

days and days of 

sadness

a dream 

shatters into a million diamonds 

a phantom 

Vanishes into the trees 

days and days of sadness 

Poem 

By Pareezeh D

days 

and 

days and 

days 

shatters into diamonds 

Spring through the window 

your hip in first might 

emerge the change 

a seam of might briefly 

of the moon knowing what it

knows 

Emerge the change 

Mrs. McClain, 7th Grade

Poem 
By Jackson K

In a dream about joy

There was a storm 

For an hour 

Change 

No more sadness 

There were 

No more dream 

There were waves 

No more dream 

Poem

By Robert W

Day after day 

in and out 

Trapped in the lead mine 

The lead was milky white 

filled with a soft  calm 

almost deadly look 

too hold I can’t see

it anymore 

and it fills me with shadow 

Mrs. McClain, 8th Grade

Quinceañera

By Carly G

It was time it was mine 

my time to shine my golden hour 

Shadows of people stormed over me 

while a seam of light shines over my head

as if a crown 

a wave hit 

then everything was gone 

it shattered into diamonds 

Wave 

By Max B

Wave

A Sean of light 

Wave 

You emerge from change 

Wave 

You’re hip in first light 

Wave 

Days and days and days 

 (Feels like hours) 

Wave 

Shatters into diamonds 

Wave

Of the moon knowing what it knows 

And

all 

waves 

end 

up 

in 

Storms, sadness, shadows and Phantom 

then 

into 

golden, joy, dream 

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