Later in the week at Dulles, the 4th graders had some fun with metaphor! We read, “Words are Birds” by Francisco X. Alarcón, and discussed some of the ways in which the speaker feels that words are like birds. We started to make some metaphors together, and I noticed that the students really felt passionately about hot chips, so I encouraged them to write poems about how hot chips make them feel, and to use some metaphors to raise the stakes!
Flames
By Michael
Hot Chips make me burst into flames
it makes me run around my house
and drink 5 cups of ice
cold water like a really thirsty person.
I eat hot chips
By E’Moni
I Eat hot chips and
my lips burn and I still
eat them but their so good
takis are so good and hot chips
are not hot to me.
Hot stuff chips
by Aubree
hot chips make me get
out my seat on fire hot chips
make my toongue on fire
it be on fire like a pickle.
Eating ice cream
By Taraji
Eating ice cream is eating
snow.
Eating ice cream is melting
in my mouth with a bunch of
ice and snow.
Ice cream makes me fly
into the sky
Ice cream makes me happy.
Ice cream feels comfortable in my bed.
Ice cream makes me feel
where I belong and feel if
I was skating.
The day I had the devil’s blood
By Malorie
It was a hot day so I
decided to try the devil’s
blood for a dare, so I
Tryed it and burned
my mouth like a volcano.
