Sabin Elementary School | 5th Grade

We are reading these poems about personification and questions & answers:

Has My Heart Gone to Sleep?
Antonio Machado

Has my heart gone to sleep? Have the beehives
of my dreams stopped working, the waterwheel
of the mind run dry, scoops turning empty,
only shadow inside?
No, my heart is not asleep.
It is awake, wide awake.
Not asleep, not dreaming—
its eyes are opened wide watching distant
signals, listening on the rim of vast silence.


Mi Corazón se ha dormido
Antonio Machado

¿Mi corazón se ha dormido? Colmenares de
mis sueños, ¿ya no labráis? ¿Está seca
la noria del pensamiento, los cangilones
vacíos, girando, de sombra llenos?
No; mi corazón no duerme. Está despierto,
despierto. Ni duerme ni sueña; mira, los claros
ojos abiertos, señas lejanas y escucha a orillas
del gran silencio.


Bajo la luna
Douglas Wright

Todos callados, bajo la luna;
el bosque, el lago, el cerro, el monte,
bajo la luna, todos callados.


Under the Moon
Douglas Wright

Everyone is quiet, under the moon;
the forest, the lake, the hill, the
mountain, under the moon, everyone
is quiet.


Students are writing about Personification and Questions & Answers

Cats Have Small Heads

by Julian L.


Cats have small heads for no reason.

like it’s the size of my palm,

so small it’s the size of a tile on the floor.


Why so small,

and why are the older cats

so fat and puffy and slow?



by Maliyah


My heart feels awake when I write

I feel at ease when I write

I feel everything in my mind go away.


Peace is the the feeling I get

when I write.



Mi Corazón

por Rosaura


Mi corazón está contento cuando voy al parque,

cuando me regala algo

y cuando voy a comprar con mi mamá,

y también cuando mi mamá me da

cariño y amor.



Goodnight Lake it’s Midnight

by Andraya H.


Waking up to the sound

of water swinging, birds flying

night welcomes itself.

Lake is quiet, midnight shows

stars waking up 

moon rising, sun leaving,

goodnight lake, it’s midnight.



El Parque

por Areli L. &  Orlenix V.


El parque, sus columpios que se mueven,

su resbaladillas que cuando se suben

se resbalan, sus pasamanos

que es fácil de resbalar y 

en la noche se pone a jugar.




by Sierra


At Ross, sliding doors open up

and let us come in.


At Ross, clothes get ready to comfort people 

by being kind and comfy.


At ross, the cash register feels good and ready 

to keep money safe.





by Noah 


I love my cat, it is so cool

it nods its head for that food

and if you mess with him, he’ll give you

that pew-pew

and he knows what to do for that food.


Beauty Supply

by Amarii-onna


I went to the beauty supply to buy supplies I need

Like nails to put on top of my natural finger nails

And then I bought eyelashes, so I can look very pretty.

Then to top it off, I bought earrings.

And then I bought Crocs.


The nails that I bought were dancing,

So I can’t glue them on my fingers.

The eyelashes were crying so I won’t put them on my eyes.

The earrings were yelling at me.

The Crocs walked away.




“Writing poetry makes me feel like I can see myself, like I can see my reflection, but not in a mirror, in the world. I write and I know I can be reflected.”
-Oscar S.

“Writing poetry makes me feel free.”
-Buenda D.

“Writing poetry is like your best friend.”
-Jessica M.