This week at Lawndale we talked odes and similes. While 6th grade was sabotaged by a broken down bus, they still enjoyed exploring Pablo Neruda’s “Oda a los Calcetines”/”Ode to My Socks.” I can’t wait to see where their odes take them next week, and I am still buzzing from last week’s Chicago poetry. 8th grade wrote odes to PS5s, food, hair, and many other pieces of their lives (the only rule was they could not write about their phones). Please enjoy!
Ms. Barker
6th Grade
Chicago
by Jamyah J.
dust must gust I don’t like when
there’s muck
I like when it’s night I love
it when there’s food
when I leave it’ll be good but
my mom will love me but
my dad will miss me
Ms. Barker
8th Grade
Ode to My New Puppy
by Dajoniah C.
It came from my aunt as a gift.
It’s special to me because I like her personality.
She is as soft as a blanket.
She’s as comfortable as a carpet.
She looks like a teddy bear.
She’s as small as a toy.
She smells like oatmeal.
She sounds like an excited puppy.
Ode to My Mind
by Priscella H.
When I arrived into the world, my
mind came too to keep me company.
Occupied by thoughts of what’s right
or wrong – mostly wrong, wrong with
me, wrong with everyone. Everything
being thought of at once, like multiple
songs being played at a party, like
multiple conversations being said at
a gathering. Shattered bottles on
the floor, windows broken, open
door. Uninvited people crash the
party. So I explode on the outside.
