MPitS - Dana Gray School

MPitS

Dana Gray School
2003/2004

The Dark Eye

Look into her
eye dark damp
inside.

I see
glowing scary
stuff hair blowing
screams in the
dark
yell her name.

But in
the other side
field of flowers
waterfalls and
horses.

Keyona Martinez, third grade
Gerry Grace, Poet Teacher

A Boy's Thought

My cousin's eyes
sound like the dark wind in the night sky
the clouds
the red leaves on the ground
the kids doing origami
people sleeping in the day and night
minutes moving slowly on the clock
a star just starting to appear in my eye
the lights in the house just turning on
and someone talking at night
people playing catch
playing baseball
basketball
rugby
tennis
the air and the love
coming straight
back
into
me.

Bond Isheim, third grade
Gerry Grace, Poet Teacher

Darkness

Darkness sounds like
a high pitched trumpet
deep and high screeches.

My old friend's eyes sound like
a silver streak of lightning
that cracked the sky.

Darkness sounds like
flashes of light
big black birds.

My mom's eyes sound like
a savage nighthawk
swooping down to catch it's prey.

Darkness sounds like
mysterious eyes looking at you.

Marino Lima, third grade
Gerry Grace, Poet Teacher

The leaves sound like
rattlesnakes.
The leaves sound like trees
shaking in the dark.
The leaves sound like
counting by fives.
The leaves sound like
doors opening
in the sunrise.
The leaves sound like
birds whistling.

Eric Lopez, third grade
Gerry Grace, Poet Teacher

My Great Grandmom

She died slow
but not fast
we could do nothing
about it
She died
in her bed
with my uncle
watching her

She lived in Willits
Her husband died
many years
ago

The last remains
are her house
and some flowers
she sent to us
a long time
ago

At her funeral
her favorite singer
was a guitar
player
I don't know
his name
but he was
a good one

Her last words
to my uncle
were
you can keep the house

Then
she
died

Nathan Johnston, third grade
Gerry Grace, Poet Teacher

The Hollow Life

You might not
see a rock like I do.
But in my set of eyes it is
different from all the others.
It is like I am falling
in a deep black hole
starting my life
all over again.
I will tell you,
My rock gives me the courage to say:
My rock is a raptor claw
born on a steep mountain.

Luke Rose, 4th Grade
Carole Hass, Classroom Teacher
Karen Lewis, Poet-Teacher

Jagged Element

As I looked at the stone,
I thought of it
as a splinter in time.
A half-formed idea
In a child's mind.

It was the color of
the deepest part of the ocean,
yet the highest point in the sky.

Like a path I must take,
But be wary at all costs.

It reminded me of a favorite dream
in an endless sleep.

To some it may be nothing,
but to me, it is everything.

Derek Jahelka, 4th Grade
Annett Lehan, Classroom Teacher
Karen Lewis, Poet-Teacher

The Moon Gives Me

The moon that I see has a sapphire glow.
It gives me hope.

The moon that I see has a billowing cloud.
It gives me power.

The moon that I see has an early frost.
It gives me courage.

The moon that I see has a jungle vine.
It gives me strength.

The moon that I see has a bamboo shoot.
It gives me honor.

The moon that I see has a flaming rose.
It gives me grace.

Kassy Badger Morse, 4th Grade
Monica Lima, Classroom Teacher
Karen Lewis, Poet-Teacher

La Máscara del Sol

Enseñame tu fuego
Dame tu calór
Dame esa estrella blanca
que está en tu corazón.
Cuando llueve, yo veo esos relámpagos tronar.
Dame tu calor
Enciendeme en fuego
Con tus llamas y calor.
Soy un guardian que te cuida
Dia y noche.

Mask of the Sun

Show me your fire
Give me your heat
Give me that white star
That's inside your heart
When it rains, I see your lightning thunder
Give me your heat
Light me in fire
With your flames and heat.
I am a guardian who cares for you
Day and night.

Adolfo Ortiz, 4th Grade
Linda Gibney, Classroom Teacher
Karen Lewis, Poet-Teacher
translation to English by the author

The First Animal Love

Two friends in the Asian part of the world
One who flies with great speed,
and one who can make himself into a ball.
A hummingbird
befriending a panda bear.
A panda bear
taking care of a hummingbird
A friendship is made with great pleasure.

They transform into one animal,
making a humda spirit.
The one existing in the human world
'cause of a panda bear and a hummingbird.

How strange I say, how strange.
A love and care so strong,
Dancing in the moonlight.
But they miss each other,
look at each other.

So they split, back to normal.
Calling each other in the winds breeze
every night.
A love, a care,
the first, between a bird and a bear.

Kassy Badger
5th grade
Dan Koenigsberg, classroom teacher
Scott Meltsner, Poet Teacher

Don't Devour My Heart

Wolf, why do you moan while the moon is high?
Why do you strike animals in the lonely night?
Why not just ask them for their tender meat?

Your teeth show the fear of preys you devoured.
Please, Wolf, don't be like us, be yourself.
You are unique, your fur is white
and ours is black. Why? you ask yourself.
Maybe your love is greater than ours,
or you are better than us.

But please don't cry! It hurts me
like you stabbed me a million times in my heart.

Just stop please stop.

Edgar Romero
5th grade
Dan Koenigsberg, classroom teacher
Scott Meltsner, Poet Teacher

Power

Why is power so powerful?
Why is it so bold?
How come power rules everything?
Why is power so powerful?

Power decides all of the rules.
Power is the ultimate boss.
Power is sometimes not fair.
Power decides all of the rules.
Even little things have power.
Like the fisherman has power over his rod.
Or a child has power over her toys.
Even little things have power.

Kellie Adams
5th grade
Barbara Stone, classroom teacher
Scott Meltsner, Poet Teacher

Sorrow

Sorrow is dim like a candle
Like a wide plain of hate and sadness.
It scrapes people and makes them cry.
They sob all night, emotions running wild
of sadness and hatred. Sorrow lives on through
the lives of people like a god
with a halo always there.
Sorrow lives on through us forever.

Samuel Hinkson
5th grade
Barbara Stone, classroom teacher
Scott Meltsner, Poet Teacher

In sunshine and in darkness,
I write poetry. Poetry feels like a basketball to me.
The basketball is slimy and rubbery.
Poetry eats up time, which sucks.
It also sometimes runs away.
It is like the red, white and blue flag in class.
The poems wear leather.
It is the day of sadness and happiness.
Poetry makes me laugh, oink oink and go na, na.
Poetry is like pigs talking and drinking mud coffee.

Brian Beck
5th grade
Mary Sue Rhoads, classroom teacher
Scott Meltsner, Poet Teacher

Just Trust

never trust the black ball of death
never trust scary movies
never trust a liar
just trust the soothing sound of playfulness
just trust a good friend
that never lies
just trust the happy movies
just trust yourself.

Kyle Johnson
5th grade
Dan Koenigsberg, classroom teacher
Scott Meltsner, Poet Teacher

(Question)?

I think I am the monster
that hides
in your closet
but I am not sure.

I think I am the love
that your mother gives you
when you go to bed
but I am not sure.

I think I am the tiger
that hunts for food
but I am not sure.

I think I am the moth
that follows you through the field
with your friends
but I am not sure.

I think I am the moon
that you look at every night
with your love
but I am not sure.

I think I know you know
but I am not sure.

Katherine Alexander
5th grade
Dan Koenigsberg, classroom teacher
Scott Meltsner, Poet Teacher

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