Child of the First Daughter and the Last Son

ITS) Celebrates Kids–in their own Words

My Bee

My bee’s stinger is a sharp pencil that writes stories about stinging.
Her black stripes make the night come.
Her buzz calls other insects to her when she’s bored.
My bee’s legs are lollipops that steal nectar from flowers.
Her fur is fuzzy fire to keep her warm in winter.
At night she dreams she is a great, red robin who eats worms.
Her snowy wings help her fly through the sky.
by Allissa, 1st grade
Photo by LadyDragonflyCC via Flickr

This poem is featured as part of the 2011 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to the left to learn more.

April 8, 2011 – 8:30 am Categories: animal, national poetry month, nature, poem a day, poetry, writing | Comments (1)

What Words Can Be

Words can be sour
like a pickle or
sweet like sugar.
Words can roar
like a motor or
vanish like magic.
Words can be warm
like a mitten or
hot like the sun.
Words can be memorable
like the friend your
heart once had.
by Hana, 3rd grade 




This poem is featured as part of the 2011 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to learn more.  

April 7, 2011 – 8:30 am Categories: poem a day, poetry, writers in the schools, writing | Post a comment Tagged national poetry month |

Green

What is Green?
Is it the fresh cut grass or the lime in your tea?
Does it feel like the powder when you put your makeup on?
Green is life.
Looking at the bright green field makes you root for your team.
The celery in
your hand.
The green water.
Listen.
Wait.
Splash!
Seeing an island as the green kingdom where
Green trees with leaves blow
silently in the
wind.
Money crackling in your hand. You’re on top of the world.
This is green.
by Ananda, 5th grade
Photo By Kit Keat via Flickr


This poem is featured as part of the 2011 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to the left to learn more.

April 6, 2011 – 8:30 am Categories: art, national poetry month, nature, poem a day, writers in the schools | Post a comment Tagged color poem, national poetry month |

Child of the First Daughter and the Last Son

I am from the pink ribbons,
the hot delicious coffee.
I am from the back deck.
I am from the purple roses,
the beautiful blue lake.
I am from the traditional everyday home-cooked meals
and the stubbornness that runs in my blood.
My parents are the first daughter and the last son
So I am from the respect your elders and don’t talk to strangers.
Still, I am from a less than pious family.
I am from the blue waters and spicy shrimp and greens —–
I am from Casper the ghost and winter —o.k.
Summer trips to the beach.

I am from the black long box containing childhood pictures of my family and good memories.