‘The sweet trophy of MVP’

On the second day of our 5th Grade poetry residency at Sayre Elementary, we compared stories about what we did over the weekend and what we noticed–in particular, the sounds, sights, smells, tastes, and touches. Then we read poems that focused on imagery and sensory details, and we talked about how we can do that with our own poems. After that, students wrote about what it was like for them when they did an activity they loved and tried to bring in as many sensory details as possible.

Mr. Goldner’s Classroom

Mini Ja Morant

By Pierre W.

Mini Ja Moran 

it’s really him

With all his shots 

going in the rim

He makes his opponents 

kiss the ground

As he moves 

the Wilson basketball all around

He drives to the rim and makes 

The dunk, he’s really him!

His shoes squeak 

On the ground while

He steals the ball 

and moves around.

He can taste the sweet trophy

of MVP.

Creation of Yarn

Noelle R.

The soft yarn is poked with a needle

Pulling yarn in and pulling yarn out.

Over time it gets bigger and bigger

Until your creation has come to life

You stuff your creation, fluffy 

and white as snow as it grows 

In size you add a nose,

And some button eyes. 

You stitch it up as your creation’s

Growth comes to an end.

I carry my creation up to my bed

And I hug it as I take a rest. 

So Many Stars

Kweku D.

There are so many stars in the sky. But we don’t

Know why. The stars are so far, it feels like you’re

In a mini war. The stars shine so bright. They shine

Their light with all their mighty-might.

The morning comes. The stars dim down.

But don’t worry. You can still hear their 

melodic sounds. There are REALLY 

so many stars in the sky.

Mrs. Childs’ Classroom

Game of Basketball

By Brielle. C

My eyes follow the ball 

where it goes.

I put my force when shooting the ball

In the rim. I refuse to give up.

I intend to make every shot.

If I miss I’ll keep trying.

I put my trust in the ball.

I hear my thoughts trying 

To make it. 

The Big Game

By Landen C.

I was waiting 

For my quarterback

To say hike so

I can run from

The defenders and 

I slowly became 

The yard extender

The quarterback

Threw the ball to me

I was flying as 

Fast as a plane

And caught the

ball and scored

To win the championship.

The Pet Store

By Nevaeh M.

I went to the pet store. I see a snake.

I felt a snake and it felt like leather

And not slimy. I felt a bunny. Ir was soft

And named Honey. I saw a rat. 

It was white with red eyes. I saw a fish

With big eyes. It was black and and big.

Little and small it doesn’t matter. Just

Get me one. A turtle was big, in the water

It swam. It had friends big and small.

It smelled like their food and hay. I listen

To the birds tweet tweet tweet as I left the store.



“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.