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Words from Our Young Authors at Park Day, Grades 2-3

This session’s curriculum has been Poetry Palooza! Students have thrown themselves headlong into odes, alliterative poems, free-form poems, riddle poems, nature poems and more. Students have sharpened their metaphors, honed their personifications and written through all five senses. The results speak for themselves.  From: On Turning Ten, an examination of the free-form poem by Billy Collins

On Turning Ten

On turning ten I hope to still be able to Still play imaginary games Still want to learn about Greek Mythology Still have time to go swimming and ride my bike

What scares me about growing up is that I might not be able to imagine the same thoughts I am thinking right now ever

-Zoe K

 

From: Imitation of the poem “Life Doesn’t Frighten Me At All” by Maya Angelou

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Snakes slithering on the ground Spiders creeping up the wall Darkness in the sky Clowns with red noses Sharks swimming through water They don’t frighten me at all

-Zoe M

From: Poetry with a rhyme scheme

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Lightning strikes the highest peak Sometimes it makes a little leak You fall from so high in the air Sometimes you give me a little scare

-Dolci

From: Odes to things

Cookie

Sweet Yummy You are crunchy You make me happy and excited when I bite into you Lovely Awesome Appreciated

-Meera

 

From: Odes to things

Snow Leopard

I see you pounce around the forest missing, jumping, getting food Oh dear snow leopard why so prancy? why so pretty, why so dancy?

I see you try to climb trees high I see you fall, I see you cry. In the snow I see you eat I see you kill, I see you eat meat.

Oh dear snow leopard why so prancy why so pretty, why so dancy?

-Aidan

 

From: Odes to things and experiments with the 2nd person

Light

Sunny colors orange and yellow you help me see in the dark your light can change every part of my day at daybreak you’re up and lighting up my day at dusk your light is dark orange and the skies are purple, blue and pink people celebrate your light in Alaska

-Meilin

From: Odes to things and experiments with the 2nd person

Monkeys

O Monkeys swinging through the sunny trees O screeching, so ever can be I hear rustling through the leaves I see you through the greenish grass I watch you from my windowsill, playing

-Anonymous

 

From: A letter poem

Dear painting,

I am very glad you are here to excite my simplicity to add your color to my blank white surface And just so you know, my best color is orange So please can I have orange?

Sincerely, Canvas

-Ellie

 

From: A letter poem

Dear Wasabi

Dear Wasabi,

I like the spiciness you give to me. I like when you swim in the soy sauce.

Sincerely, Sushi

-Max

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Words from Our Young Authors at Commodore Sloat Elementary

This session at Sloat we are exploring the elements of a good mystery. The kids have been crafting mystery stories and learning all about creative writing techniques, from character and plot development to using concrete details and the five senses to tell a story. We’ve been having a great time. Here are some teasers...  

From: Explore motive with the following scenario: an old man comes up to you, hands you a package, says “Don’t let anything happen to this” and then sprints down the street. 

One night I got a package from an old man. He said to protect it. I didn’t get a good look at him, but I opened it anyway. Inside there was another box that was black. When I got home, I opened that box and found nothing. “Stupid old man, gave me nothing,” I muttered, but he had given me the greatest gift of all, a dragon egg.

-Declan

 

 

From: Explore motive with the following scenario: an old man comes up to you, hands you a package, says “Don’t let anything happen to this” and then sprints down the street. 

Today an old guy ran into me while I was walking to school. He shoved a black box into my hands and said don’t let this out of your sight. Instinctually I dropped it and ran the rest of the way. Stranger danger, right? As soon as I got to school I kept quiet. During lunch I pulled over Grover, my best friend, to talk about the old man. He said I shouldn’t worry but I couldn’t be so sure. After school got out I ran home.

-Grace

 

From: Explore motive with the following scenario: an old man comes up to you, hands you a package, says “Don’t let anything happen to this” and then sprints down the street.

One day I was walking down the street and a strange man handed me a package and said “Don’t let anything happen to this” and ran away. I ran after him. Suddenly I lost him. I looked at the package. It was brown with white tape. I shook it and heard a loud shake.

-Julia

 

 

From: How to organize a mystery around Who? What? Where? When? Why? How? using the prompt “It was missing.”

This morning when I woke up I was about to walk my puppy, but it had disappeared. I was horrified. I asked my sister to help me find her but we couldn’t. Our mom told me to go to school and that after school we can find her.

-Emily

 

From: Describe a setting and mood with the five senses. 

Hello, my name is Bradly. I’m 10 and in the fifth grade. I’m coming up to ghost town for the weekend. The town used to be called San Francisco. The date is March 7, 3519.

-Colby

 

From: Explore motive with the following scenario: an old man comes up to you, hands you a package, says “Don’t let anything happen to this” and then sprints down the street.

The memory was horrible. It was late at night when it happened, but then, I can only tell you the beginning. So then, it came , that evil memory came. Well, I was walking home from Nuvema town on that chilly night. My Pikachu shivered in the cold night wind. Professor Juniper was checking my status. I, Linzy, had been a professional Pokemon trainer for 8 years.

-Olivia

 

From: Explore motive with the following scenario: an old man comes up to you, hands you a package, says “Don’t let anything happen to this” and then sprints down the street. 

I was walking down Blackberry Drive when I saw a man with black glasses and a black detective coat. He walked up to me and handed me a package. Then he said, “Whatever you do don’t let anybody touch this.” He ran down the street and left me standing there with no idea what happened. I woke with a start.

-Katie Rose

 

Hannah, Katie and Rose

 

From: How to organize a mystery around Who? What? Where? When? Why? How? using the prompt “It was missing." 

My teddy bear is missing. His name is Robinhood. I was taking him on a biking trip. He was sitting in the basket in the back. My name is Lilly. It was a nice sunny day in London. Robinhood was riding with me in the park. When I got to the top of the hill I checked on Robinhood but he was not there. I looked down to see if he fell out but no. So I rode home.

-Clara G.

 

From: Explore motive with the following scenario: an old man comes up to you, hands you a package, says “Don’t let anything happen to this” and then sprints down the street.

I was walking down Giva Drive when I ran into a strange man with a peculiar large gray beard, a rough heavy coat, and large detective glasses. He handed me a medium size package and said to me, “Whatever you do, don’t let anything happen to this.” Then he looked both ways and ran away into the distance. I quickly ran home. When I got home I put the package on my desk and wrapped it and put it in a box, like it was a fragile china porcelain bowl then put it in the way back of my closet.

-Hannah

 

From: Explore motive with the following scenario: an old man comes up to you, hands you a package, says “Don’t let anything happen to this” and then sprints down the street.

One night I went for a walk. There was no one outside. Then I saw an old man appear. He said “Don’t let anything happen to this” and disappeared leaving a bag in my hands. I took the bag home and opened it.

-Sam

 

 

From: Explore motive with the following scenario: an old man comes up to you, hands you a package, says “Don’t let anything happen to this” and then sprints down the street.

One day I was walking down the street when a man handed me a package and told me not to let anything happen to it...After he left I opened the package. Inside it was an old book. The book had all kinds of facts about magical creatures. All of a sudden a man started chasing me! I’m sure he wants the book. I remember he said not to let anything happen to the book so I started to run away from him.

-Michelle

 

From: Explore motive with the following scenario: an old man comes up to you, hands you a package, says “Don’t let anything happen to this” and then sprints down the street.

It was a lovely sunny day. Stephanie and I were walking down the street. There was an old guy who had a box that looked strange. And he said “Don’t let anything happen to this!” and he ran away from us. We were kind of scared and nervous, because we didn’t have any idea. But we kept walking down the street with the strange box.

-Clara K.

 

From: Describe a setting and mood with the five senses.

The planet smells like free pie and the sound when you walk is a crunch sound and it felt smooth and it tastes like pie so they plan to take over the pie planet.

-Michael

 

From: Explore motive with the following scenario: an old man comes up to you, hands you a package, says “Don’t let anything happen to this” and then sprints down the street.

I was walking down the street one night. A homeless man jumped out of the shadows and stuffed a package into my hands. “Don’t let any harm come to this,” he muttered. Then he bolted around the corner. I tried to follow him, but he had disappeared.

-Sophia

 

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Words from Our Young Authors at Sonoma Mountain Elementary

This Winter we explored the wonderful world of food in our “Peanut Butter and The Pen” curriculum. We practiced writing vivid descriptions of food, using adjectives and active verbs, similes and metaphors. Students wrote stories, advertisements, warnings and odes, as well as a “Recipe of Me.” Read some of our favorite excerpts from the session below!  From an experience trying a suspicious food for the first time:

I thought frog legs were not good tasting but after I went to the same buffet for the second time, my mom urged me to eat the frog legs. To my surprise, the fried frog legs weren’t mushy. The fried frog legs were not that salty. It tasted a bit like chicken.

- Alan

Mushrooms have a mushy, gushy, slimy and nasty taste. I think they look cool, but taste gruesome. They should be against the law. They have a frothy texture. I forever hate mushrooms. The first time I tried them I felt sick!

- Sophia

From an exercise using similes, metaphors and/or personification to describe the following foods:

Chips taste like something from Yellowstone Park. Corn on the cob tastes like little rubber tents filled with liquid. Jello looks like a see-through jelly substance. Bubble gum looks like cooked slime brains. Barbeque ribs taste like the ribs of an alien animal with traditional smushed brain sauce.

Nathaniel

From a prompt – A mad scientist invents a new glow-in-the-dark food using weird ingredients, and tries to get an unsuspecting kid to volunteer to eat it:

A mad scientist invents a glow in the dark food that contains globs of chewed up liver, killer zombies and 18,000,000,000 glow worms.

Dominic

From a prompt – Describe your breakfast this morning using all five of your five senses:

The fried eggs I had for breakfast were golden brown. Bubbles appeared and instantly popped, creating a sizzling sound. Its aroma filled the air.

Zenas

Once there was a vial. It lived happily with his test tube brothers. Then one day there was a mad scientist and he poured a green liquid into the vial and the vial turned evil. He poured himself into drinks and food. Then one day he made the mistake of pouring himself into a rich person’s drink and it was then that he met his enemy the antidote, who saw the person choking and went to the rescue. (To be continued...)

Cody

 

From a prompt –I discovered a new food: CHEESTERAMBOCCOLLI. What is it?

Cheesteramboccoli is cheese with broccoli. It looks like broccoli drizzled with cheese. The broccoli is cooked with oil and fried, and the cheese is melted.

Emma

From an ode – a poetic form written either to praise or pay tribute to the subject of the poem (in this case, food):

Ode to Orange Chocolate Ganache

Spit out your orangey flavor Give me thick, coarse dark chocolate Don’t just leave me I will always love your flavor Now, you may leave me now Wait! May I have another bite?

Tiffany

From creating a food character (personifying food) and writing its story:

Patty Potato was doing nothing one night in her Potatomobile but licking her pink hair. She then saw the potato signal and jumped into the potato suit. She zoomed through the produce section and into the frozen aisle. There, standing with stainless steel throwing sporks, was Annette Applehead. She hurled a spork at Patty but Patty dodged, and the spork hit some microwave lasagna. When Patty turned around, Annette was gone. She hopped in her vehicle and zoomed through the chips and bean dip section. She got out of the mobile and searched the aisle. “Kieahh!!” came a loud cry. Patty jerked her head towards the sound, just in time to see Gabe Garbonzo bean leap on top of her. She shucked him off, and pushed a secret button. A bowl appeared out of nowhere and cooked him! (Continued...)

Daniel

From a Recipe of Me – write ingredients that include characteristics about you, plus measurements and directions for preparing, cooking and serving:

This great looking recipe is full of strange, awesome ingredients. After eating this you’ll jump as if you are doing gymnastics!

1. Add 20 teaspoons of kindness with 12 ounces of candy lover. Stir in 1 big bowl.

2. Blend 9 cups of shyness with 100 tablespoons of gymnast. Add a little less than ½ of a micropinch of kind sister. Put into 2nd bowl. Cook in pan until turned into cake.

3. Last, add caramel to 1st bowl and make frosting out of it. Drench the frosting over cake and... EAT!!!

Audrey

 

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Words from Our Young Authors at Park Day, Grades 4-6

This session’s curriculum has been Poetry Palooza! Students have thrown themselves headlong into odes, alliterative poems, free-form poems, riddle poems, nature poems and more. Students have sharpened their metaphors, honed their personifications and written through all five senses. The results speak for themselves. From: Odes inspired by Pablo Neruda

Ode to the Pool

cool mysterious you cool me down on hot days but you splash too much even when I do not want you to often I am scared of the secrets you hold in the depths of your figure but I cannot stay mad forever.

-Ciel

 

 

From: What frightens us. Poems inspired by “Life Doesn’t Frighten Me At All” by Maya Angelou.

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No, no, no. I’m not afraid of heights. Bats or rats climbing up the wall. I am brave. I do not fear I shall drown. Spiders creeping up my back, bears getting ready to attack. No, I am brave. The dark, a fire being lit, snakes all around, are you afraid? I’m not. No, I’m brave. If I’m lost, no one around, I’m not afraid. The deep dark water under a beach, the dragon chasing me. I’m not afraid. I’m brave, brave, brave.

-Leila

 

From: Nature poems inspired by Mary Oliver

Things in Nature

The wind blows, I turn, behind a tree a golden dust is blown from its birthplace a plant, light green feathers bending down to help bugs go to higher ground. I walk one step – crunch the debris and undergrowth – stop as I go. Three more steps and I’m there. The tree is large, red, majestic. I float towards it, pulled against my will.

-Clara

 

From … : Nature poems inspired by Mary Oliver

Mist

Hiding the lock from the key, it is a mystery without an answer. The cool water spreads like a wave, hung, suspended, shrouding the reality from the familiar. Clouds are thoughts, full of desperation and hunger, layering the earth with beads of sweat as I shudder… the smell crisp and damp, beginnings and endings. The darkness behind you and the light ahead, a scale close to tipping. The world is mist, impermanent, ever shifting.

-Jo

From: Odes inspired by Pablo Neruda

Ode to Joshy

Scared hopeful lingering in the town as the Boy with the bread You sacrifice your skills and hope for falling help Desire flickering behind your crystal eyes Glory thoughts Calloused fingers Broken nails. You reach your head through the heat and your generosity is not forgiven and it never, ever will be.

-Mattie

 

From: Riddle poems

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You can walk down and around me. I bridge the gap between the view of a bird and the view of a snake. You can see me but I cannot see. On me your foot you place. At the end of me opposites lay the rich and the poor try to stay out of each other’s way. I am a gate and a barrier to two different worlds and from me you can see little boys and little girls.

-Ari

 

From: Alliteration poems

Purple

Perfectly perfect purple purpleness Pleasantly pleasant purple puffiness Purply pens purpleness perfection Purple paths perfectly pathy Penny Purple pummeled Pat Purple Purple Perfect Perfection Purpleness.

-Malayna

 

 

From: What frightens us. Poems inspired by “Life Doesn’t Frighten Me At All” by Maya Angelou.

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When the darkness closes in, When happiness seems to vanish, When the world seems to jolt and swing. When the shadows overwhelm you, When the shouts penetrate, When the voices scream and your ears bleed. When the sky seems so dark, When the stars seem impossibly far, When the candlelight in your eyes is blown out, You stumble for something to grab, the comfort of a friendly hand, Hope is that object, that hand, that comfort, that gets you through the day.

-Ruby

 

From: Riddle poem

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My mask reveals everything you see me in the dark but not in the light my tail is ringed with black wings. My environment is cities and forests I’m vicious with a square, rounded head your trash can is my bed.

-Cate

 

From … : What frightens us. Poems inspired by “Life Doesn’t Frighten Me At All” by Maya Angelou.

Life Doesn’t Frighten Me At All

Big red spiders being a rollercoaster rider life doesn’t frighten me at all. Flaming hot fire, I ain’t no liar, life doesn’t frighten me at all. Big waves may gobble me up, and all I say to strangers is ‘sup for life doesn’t frighten me at all. Sleek slithering snakes terrorists that aren’t fake for Pete’s sake, life doesn’t frighten me at all. When I have to say goodbye I don’t cry I just sigh life doesn’t frighten me at all.

-Jake

 

From: Odes inspired by Pablo Neruda

Ode to S’mores

Sticky creamy S’mores are made with Graham cracker, marshmallow, and chocolate and when they combine a tasty superpower. When you are hungry at a camp S’mores are just the thing the fun thing is that you have to melt it in the fire pit of doom then you bite into it it melts in your mouth and you feel relieved.

-Cayele

 

From: Odes inspired by Pablo Neruda

Ode to Clocks

You are very loud when I am trying to sleep. Without you I would be late for everything or never arrive.

-Paola

 

From: What frightens us. Poems inspired by “Life Doesn’t Frighten Me At All” by Maya Angelou.

Life Doesn’t Bother Me At All

Schoolgirls bragging little siblings nagging life doesn’t bother me at all. Itchy, itchy toes get sprayed with the hose life doesn’t bother me at all. Loud gum smacking sarcasm lacking life doesn’t bother me at all. Broken pencils uneven stencils life doesn’t bother me at all. Fluttering bugs too-tight hugs old men singing high-pitched ringing life doesn’t bother me at all. Balloons loud popping budget-free shopping life doesn’t bother me at all.

-Olivia

 

From … : Repeating lines and the personification of abstractions

When Joy Goes Home

When joy goes home Dad starts to scream Trees start to fall My life gets worse and worse. When joy goes home Mom starts to cry Buildings start to crumble My life gets worse and worse. When joy goes home Sister pounds the ground Everything is breaking up My life gets worse and worse. When joy goes home Brother kicks the furniture Everyone is dying My life gets worse and worse. Then joy returns Trees grow back Buildings stop crumbling Dad stops screaming Mom stops crying Sister stops pounding Brother stops kicking Everything comes back together Everyone lives My life gets better and better.

-Sonia

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Words from Our Young Authors at Grattan Elementary (Grades 2nd-3rd & 4th-5th)

This Winter in our "Shhh! Secrets" curriculum we focused on the worlds built up around the secrets we decide to harbor and share. We also broke down the elements of character and backstory with our activities in secret identities and secret recipes! Check out some of the excerpts below!

From various prompts on personification:

My secret is made from fur and stuffing and lots and lots of sleeping powder, the world’s largest grizzly bear, and lots of happiness.

I found it guarded in the core of the Earth. Guarded by a griffan and boa constrictor waiting for me.

My secret can fly and carry me in its arms. It can find answers for my problems and jump over danger.

If I lost this secret, the Universe would blow up and everything would be wrong.

-Zoe

 

My secret is made of shadows Whose darkness spreads through the Earth Like a virus Infecting the human soul.

-Wai-Kirn

 

My secret is born from an egg. My secret is made of feathers. I found my secret in a tree. It could kill a lion. If I lost my secret I would definitely go looking for it.

-Noe

 

My secret is made from the deep of my heart. I found it in the beautiful Sky, with pretty flowers and lovely animals. My secret can surprise everyone, but not Me. If I lost my secret I would die a million times, with tears all over my face.

-Cecilia

 

My secret is made from lots of spices, the coldest ice on earth, and the hottest sand. I found it in a museum, guarded by lasers. If I lost this secret the ancients would come together at incredible speeds and the earth would explode.

-Michael

 

From our exercise on secret recipes:

The Recipe for Having a Baby

1. Drink 10 cups of coca-cola a day. 2. Kiss a Gorilla on the lips and put your tongue in the Gorilla’s nose. 3. Put 1 ½ Tablespoons of baking soda in a blender with 2 drops of your favorite soap. Pour in 2 cups of water, then blend until thick. 4. Drink it! 5. It will take 2 minutes for your belly to get fat. And then 9 months for the baby to come. 6. The baby will cry. A lot.

-Karina

 

Friendship Cake

Get a big bowl. Put in 10 teardrops with 9 candy hearts. Blend well for 17 minutes. Add in 1 cup of sugar, and mix well for exactly 1 minute. Combine with everything sweet— cookies, cake, juice, ice cream. Bake for 1 hour. When done, add your favorite bow on top.

-Josie

 

From our “I remember” exercise:

I remember our first play-date. I remember when you told me of your fear of dresses. I remember the awkward silence after you stole something. I remember how it felt when you went skiing instead of coming to my birthday party. I remember your friendship guarding me like a wall.

-Madeline

 

I remember lying to my sister. I remember “No! That’s hot!” I remember the time my dad’s bike broke. I remember doing roly-polys down a steep hill. I remember cracking up and spitting milk all over the table. I remember my worst nightmare.

-Nial

 

I remember decorating my Christmas tree. I remember my chores. I remember clapping when my brother was in second-grade. I remember getting my first stuffed animal, but I don’t remember what it was.

-Charlotte

 

I remember falling out of my dad’s arms. I remember rain into a pool. I remember crashing into a tree. I remember when I got a dog.

-Ryan

 

I remember laughing with my friends. I remember trying to make water. I remember dropping an entire bowl of cake batter on the floor. I remember climbing to the top of a pyramid in Mexico. I remember tossing and turning in my bed.

-Emma

 

For this activity, the children were given a photo of a man dressed all in white with dark sunglasses and headphones, carrying a white case. They were asked to write about what could be in the case:

There are diamonds in the case, silver, gold, money. He just robbed a bank and is going to rob another. He has a car with jet engines, white like his outfit. He wears white so he doesn’t get hit by a car. His family kept turning him in so he had to run away. He used a jackhammer to escape. His name is Dottie, but his bank robber name is “The Impossible Robber to Catch.”

-Jakob

 

In the case is the Ruby of Death. And inside the Ruby is an Evil Eye. It looks for people who try to carry it away. He went to a helicopter and jumped in and told the pilot, “to China!” When he got to China he had some dim-sum, and left without paying, same as he did with the Ruby.

-Sommer

 

From a prompt that asked the students to create a character with a “Secret Identity”:

Her name is Wonder Girl. She wears a blue dress, blue high heels, and a headband in her blond hair. She pretends to go to the bathroom and changes by pressing a button hidden in high heels.

-Hana

 

Paul Kayman’s dad died when he was 6. Now he has secretly moved to the other side of the world. He is a journalist for the Daily Digest, and writes under the name John Hancock.

-Lukas

 

From an activity where the students chose a secret from a line and then developed a character who was keeping that secret:

Snivilus is a boy who, like many others, has a mom and dad. He lives in a mansion on an island with his mom, dad and of course his annoying sister Jane. Jane has a diary. While his sister was out he snuck into her room, six floors above his own. After one or two minutes, he found what he was looking for, her diary!

-Leila

 

From an activity where the students used basic decoder wheels to code and decode their own messages:

Code: YWL GML!! FG LAEW LE WPHDSF. YG. Message: GET OUT!! NO TIME TO EXPLAIN. GO

-Jackson

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