I Feel Like I Can Fly- Ode Poems

This week we read “Ode to Tomatoes” by Pablo Neruda and discussed how we can celebrate everyday objects that we sometimes take for granted. Students brainstormed about different objects they interact with daily, and how sometimes we don’t realize how important something is until we really need it. Students then picked an object that was interesting or meaningful to them and got to work on their own ode poem. There were so many great pieces this week so bravo to all of my student poets!

Ms Caplan’s Class- 6th Grade

Pineapple and Chamoy

Alexa G. 

The street filled

with pineapples with 

chamoy, tajin and limon

the juice of the pineapple

just goes down to your

chin, it smells so good

even the bees want

to eat. The knife cutting the 

pineapple in pieces. 

The fresh town with pineapple

they pour the limon everywhere

with the tajin and chamoy

everybody in line waiting ther

turn to get pineapple. 

Gato!

Natalia

My gato, orange and white, seven months old. 

Wild and cute! He runs through the house as

he gets the zoomies, his eyes shine and sparkle

in both sunlight and moonlight. When he hears

his food, he runs faster than a cheetah. He jumps

as high as a grasshopper, he attacks

like a panther. 

My Murray’s Class- 6th Grade

Ode to My Jordan’s

Omar G. 

When I put my Jordan’s 

on, I feel like I can fly. 

and

feel like the coolest

kid on the 

block. 

When I put my 

Jordan’s on I feel 

fresh, just like how

the

Jordan’s came out 

of

the box. 

The amount of 

Jordan’s I have 

is 

12. 

The cherry Jordan’s

with red and white

on them that look like

a

cherry. 

Then we got the

blue and white Jordan’s

that

look like

the sky 

in 

the morning. 

Then we got

the 

orange Jordan’s

that look like

an orange that 

you just wanna

bite into. 

Ode to Picture Frame

Olivia S. 

On a window 

sill you 

sit. 

Your 

small size

hard to 

spot

from 

afar. 

So small, 

you can 

only

hold the 

carefully cut

2 x 2.5 inch picture

of my cats

Sadly, 

the only 

place

they live

in in 

memory

which is

why you

have been 

given 

the

important 

job 

of 

holding this

most prized

posession

of mine. 

Oh, 

picture

frame!

How 

my 

heart aches. 

Buy you

make

that

ache in my heart

a little more

tolerable. 

For, as 

you may

or may not

know, 

loss is

hard. 

But you

make it

a little

better. 

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