April Post- Audrey Godfrey- Dance

I listened to "How Do I Know When a Poem Is Finished?" read by Naomi Shihab Nye. I liked how she compared the room to a poem. She gave the room human qualities, personification, and really made it sound like the room had feelings. I could imagine what she was saying in my mind.  

Dance

It is wings to lift you,

Carry you, help you, build you,

Take you wherever you dream.

It flows in and through you,

It is you uncovered.

It is a way to lose yourself,

And find yourself all at the same time.

You do it because you need to.

You do it for the little girl watching,

Who wants to be just like you someday.

You do it for pure joy and pain.

You do it to free yourself.

But most importantly,

You do it for you.

Dance

Robot Overlords

I listened to "Cotton Candy" by Edward Hirsch and I really liked the descriptive ways he described the cotton candy and the bridge.


My poem:


The robot overlords are here

You should probably run in fear

They can cut you with their laser

They will zap you with their taser

They shoot and smash

You burn and crash

The robots are so rude and reckless

They will even steal your necklace

Human race is not their friend

A dollar they would never lend

They shoot and smash

You burn and crash

Terrorizing is their game

Your life may never be the same

Thrown in jail for something stupid

There’s no such thing as a robot cupid

They shoot and smash

You burn and crash

The robot overlords can’t rule

In fact they are insanely cruel

Please defy them when they yell,

or your soul they will sell.

They shoot and smash..

RUN LIKE A FLASH!

April Post - Shayne Nielson

I listened to How Do I Know When a Poem Is Finished? by Naomi Shihab Nye.  I liked how the description she used painted a picture in my mind.  I also liked how she personified the room she was describing.

Never was I alone

Not when I was reading

All the characters were there for me

Every page to the next was full of comfort

New adventures with new twists

New characters brought forth new stories

Many endings were tragic

Yet many were happy

I never felt alone

Until I returned to reality

Wings - April Post

The poem I read was "Cotton Candy" by Edward Hirsch. I loved how it was an old memory of him and his grandfather. He described the taste of the cotton candy and the short time he had on the bridge really well, and I pictured it in my mind vividly. 

Wings

I often sit and wish...

I wish that I had wings.

They float you up towards heaven,

and help you do a million things.

You could soar,

you could fly.

You could reach

the thin, misty sky.

But most of of all,

you could feel the rush.

Wind is whipping,

 and all you have is your feathers to trust.

Then stop and think,

do I really need these things?

My friends my family and love,

are all just like wings.

April Post ~ Brinley Sullivan

I listened to the poem "How do I Know When a Poem is Finished" by: Naomi Shihab Nye. I really liked how she compared a poem to a room. How the poem is not finished, it's just resting. That you can always go back and change things, but others you might want to leave the same.

My Poem:

The Beach

The sun in the sky

The water so cool and blue

The sand in my toes

The waves are crashing

The salty sea breeze blows hard

Seagulls fly away

Sand castles we built

The sea shells we did find

Washed away, all gone

The picnic did end

Our sandy hair and feet

No more ocean spray

My poem is a haiku about when my family and I went to the beach in San Diego this summer.

Wayne the Stegasourous

I listened to the poem called "Cotton Candy" by Edward Hirsch.           The reason I chose the pond cotton candy was because I was kind of hungry at the time and cotton candy appealed to me. The poem is about a young boy and his grandfather walking on a bridge, and the boy is eating Cotton Candy. The way the author described the story made it extremely easy to imagine the two people walking on a small brown bridge, while the boy eats his fluffy, blue cotton candy.

Meet the stegosaurus, Wayne.

He doesn't have the biggest brain.

He's long and heavy, wide and tall,

but has a brain that's super small.

He's not the brightest dinosaur.

He thinks that one plus one is four.

He can't remember up from down.

He thinks the sky is chocolate brown.

He wears his blue tie on his tail

and likes to eat the daily mail.

When playing hide-and-seek he tries

to hide by covering his eyes.

He thinks that black is really white.

He's sure the sun comes out at night.

He thinks that money grows on trees

and when it's hot he starts to freeze.

And that is Wayne the Stegosaurus.

March Redo - The Attack of Mama Angel PT 1

Once upon a time, there were three kids, Tshabala, Dill Pickle and young Thomas. They went about doing good. They lived in a small home, and worked in a pickle farm. They grew their pickles and gave it to poor peasants. Thomas just turned 6, Dill Pickle is 36 and so is Tshabalala.

But unfortunately there was an evil villain by the name of Mama Angel. Mama Angel dedicated his life to taking and stealing pickles from people. He lived in a castle up on a hill, with his sidekick Fluffle Puff. Then one day they came up with a plan to still Thomas’s pickles. And he must be stopped.

But one day, something terrible happened. The evil villain Mama Angel came to steal all the pickles! But the kids were brave because they were raised by grandpa benjamin. And they would not let their pickles get stolen.

But sneaky Mama Angel and his faithful sidekick sneaked into the kids barn where all the pickles are stored. But to his surprise he saw a huge vault where all the pickles were stored. But Mama Angel is very clever, and he cracked the code and opened the vault and took all the pickles. Then he tried to escape.

Mama Angel and Fluffle Puff were sneaking out of the farm when Grandpa Benjamin saw them. Grandpa Benjamin quickly alerted the three kids. The three kids ran after Mama Angel. Finally after a long chase, they caught Mamma Angel and Fluffle Puff and they said, “Give us our pickles!” Then Mama Angel pouted and handed the pickles to the kids.

And they lived happily ever after,

The End