Sayre 7th graders recalled the key terms: imagery and line. Looking to Parneshia Jones’ “For The Basement Parties at the YMCA” they sought out rich images, striking sounds, and astute line breaks. Then, they remembered or imagined a party they had been to or wished to go to! They reflected on what it feels like to have fun!
Ms. Hernandez, 7th grade, 1st period
Hot Summer by Jared M.
Kool-Aid on the deck
looking out on a nice summer
day trees swinging left to right
moistened skin felt like a sweaty man’s
back tasted like a nice watermelon
yelling family sounds like laughing
and loud noises.
Happy Days are Here Again by Enrique P.
Party in da blazin’, flamin’, summer.
looked like a paradise
in da dicin’ hot rolling dice
with marriages goin’ wild
tangerine flavored Netflix then chill
with shills in the hill of a season
speakers flaring like a radio
with full blaring like marrying
sizzling patties
like rizzing people up.
It felt so amazing
I want lighting to hit me
Clearly this feels like
“Happy days are here again”
Hot Day by Jamirayah L.
A bunch of people
all together in a tiny
space.
A lot of cold food
that smells like home.
Speaker blasting, kids
jumping, people laughing,
all that sounds like a cloudy storm.
Hot and earth, cold
but good, babies
napping on a couch.
Heat, cold pool
water, humid air
as if it was going
to rain.
I’m standing there
looking crazy and wondering
when I can go home?
Like a Night by Kimberly D.
The party looked like a night
to remember: Look, I sat down
chillin with some Queso.
Wait I forgot my pesos in
the vase oh wait I left my
shoe in the dryer,
don’t wanna make it smaller.
Fiesta de Verano by Adrian M.
Fiesta de verano
se mira como asoleado y
como helando y caliente el aire.
Suena musica y niños gritundo y
niños llorando por que se calleron
se siente bien por que no hay
escuela.
Yo estaria feliz y como do
adentro en la alberca jugardo
con mis primos.
Ms. Hernandez, 7th grade, 2nd period
Symbolic Music by Chika O.
Feel as the drums crash
spilling rhythm
Look at the emotions spilling
onto the mic as they sang
enchanting magical scats which
captured the music as it rang.
I felt the vibe, within the sound
in the crowd I found.
Lovely
humming,
tunes.
Across the edge
of the stage.
Hot day by Alexis V.
Hot day
look at the beautiful
trees look at the good
morning and night.
The grass that felt smooth,
grass laying down in the grass and looking at the stars.
The sounds,
of the birds chirping,
of the sound of the party.
The Last Party by Tommy H.
The “rizz” party, sounded like a thunderstorm.
Looked like a million dreams.
Tasted like a cloud of cotton candy.
Mentally felt like a rollercoaster,
smelt like a buffer sounds like crashing waves.
