Sabin Elementary School | 4th Grade

We are reading about personification:

Has My Heart Gone to Sleep?
Antonio Machado

Has my heart gone to sleep? Have the beehives
of my dreams stopped working, the waterwheel
of the mind run dry, scoops turning empty,
only shadow inside?
No, my heart is not asleep.
It is awake, wide awake.
Not asleep, not dreaming—
its eyes are opened wide watching distant
signals, listening on the rim of vast silence.

 

Mi Corazón se ha dormido
Antonio Machado

¿Mi corazón se ha dormido? Colmenares de
mis sueños, ¿ya no labráis? ¿Está seca
la noria del pensamiento, los cangilones
vacíos, girando, de sombra llenos?
No; mi corazón no duerme. Está despierto,
despierto. Ni duerme ni sueña; mira, los claros
ojos abiertos, señas lejanas y escucha a orillas
del gran silencio.

 

Bajo la luna
Douglas Wright

Todos callados, bajo la luna;
el bosque, el lago, el cerro, el monte,
bajo la luna, todos callados.

 

Under the Moon
Douglas Wright

Everyone is quiet, under the moon;
the forest, the lake, the hill, the
mountain, under the moon, everyone
is quiet.

 

 

Students are writing about personification:

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By Gradi K.

 

My heart is sleeping right now

and someone said, 

“I got a new cat and mom got a new cat too!”

And then my heart felt it.

my heart was surprised and my heart

was awake, so I ran as fast as I could

outside and I found the two new cats

and it was coooooooool!!!!

 

 

A Rainforest Day

By Elise

 

The lake gets cuddles as the

Frog jumps in and the clouds

Run by in the sky.

The tree dances in the cold

cold wind and the leaves

just fly on by.

Maybe one day the 

sun will cook the ground

and the wind will stop

singing, not making a 

sound.

Maybe one day the

birds will shower as

the rain tap dances, on

and on, not stopping, still

tapping around.

 

Home Things

By Jade

 

When I go home I see the TV and it says:

Do not wake me up.

And I said: Ok.

 

When I got to bed the bed says:

No, get off.

And I said: Ok.

 

When I go to eat I say: too late.

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