“so vibrant and orange” Poems of Memory

This last week students in Ms. Smallwood’s and Ms. Hernandez’s classes wrote poems about important memories. We read “My Father’s Mustache” by Ada Limón and both classes discussed what it is like to see a photo from before you were born. Some of us found this uncomfortable like “being at a party you weren’t invited to” as one student said, while others found these photos extremely interesting and imagined what their families were doing before and after the photos were taken. Students then wrote poems about a variety of experiences in their own memories and a past they imagined. Please enjoy this selection of their poems!

Ms. Smallwood
6th Grade 

The dots I had seen before

Jonah K.

The dots I had seen before,

so vibrant and orange

That I tried to step on

but they were too far

apart

The Fox

Charlie W.

The fox

rolling down the street

I saw it

looking at me with its cold dead eyes

but it was kind of cute

so fluffy and looked soft

I want it to be my friend.

so orange so bright.

When I was 7

Ben W.

When I was 7

I played games

not by myself

but with my dad

now the time’s passed

fortnite is my place

not my dad’s.

Ms. Hernandez 

7th Grade

It was the mid 60’s

Owen O.

It was the mid 60’s. It was very

strict, no smiles, everybody wearing the

same thing. He probably just got to school.

The principal probably took it. It

reminded me of how different life

was compared to now.

My Grandpa in middle school

All Dressed up nice.

When I was 8

Sam S.

When I was 8 I went to the field museum

in downtown chicago and I saw a picture

of a lion from the 1920’s. Immediately I thought

“how come in the picture it is dead” I then

learned that it had accidentally killed a human.

I thought that life back then made people

scared. Right before this picture the

lion was probably running from a hunter,

and after the lion was killed. To this

day I think it is horrible that an

animal had to die because of a

mistake.

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