Ticklish Tuesday

For our 11th sessions, Swift 2nd graders met on Tuesday, rather than Thursday, when a special program is planned for the time we usually meet. We read Pat Mora’s poem, “Writing Secrets,” before exploring tongue-twisters and alliteration.  Students were excited about the nearness of spring break, and some had a harder time focusing on writing than others. I guess you could say we had a “ticklish Tuesday!”

Ms. Urquiza
2nd Grade

Sunday (a collaborative poem)

On Sunday spiders spin seven spider webs
And Aarav arrives to go skating seven times with his friends
Summer Sundays the sun sets beautifully

In September, Sirisha sings songs about spring
Suhash likes swimming in summer
Some Sundays shrink the sun
And the weekend is gone.


Tuesday Before Spring Break (a collaborative poem)

Ticklish Tuesdays Tengers likes to Tiktok
Ticklish Tuesdays tripping over squishy toy tires
Tick tock ticking clock twenty times

On Tuesdays time for tigers to take a big trip around the world,
and take a big hunt for something tasty
And Thursday is tic-tac-toe day.


Ms. Amato
2nd Grade


When Wednesday comes we see
whales wiggling in the water
while watching the wicked witch
Washing whales with windshield wipers
wisps of water wind wonderfully
on Wednesday.


Mishika Makes…
by Mishika S.

Mishika makes mozzarella mixed
with maple milk for a millionaire
microphone that lives in Morocco.


Moyo’s Marvelous Monday
by Moyo F.

On Moyo’s Marvelous Monday she saw
a marvelous monkey
She ate mocha and for a drink
she drank some milk.  She went
to the muffin man and learned 
about matter. She went
to the forest and became a master
before going to 
Disneyland where she
became friends with Minnie Mouse.


by Jose R.

On Friday the jellyfish ate jam
in Japan jumping joyfully in jail
telling jokes of giants
“I am free” said jellyfish at the jungle.


by Aries S.

on Tuesday I talk on a telephone
to get on a train and try to
teleport to a terrible
place with Tara and
Tara is talking and reading a tale
named book.

Friday Fun Fiesta
by Evlin A.

Friday is fun fiesta
Friday feels fun,
fluffy figs
Friday is so fun I flip,
I have a fidget in my hand and I fiddle.










“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.