Last week, during our third sessions, Shoesmith 4th graders continued to massage their senses and reflections to write poems about colors and memories. Enjoy a sampling, here:
Ms. Lehner
4th Grade – Group 1
Steven S.
I can’t forget about the day
February 18, 2021, the first time I ate hibachi
it tasted very great
I heard the fire popping
I saw flames coming up
I can’t forget about the day
February 18, 2021, the day I ate hibachi
I loved it
the taste was very great
I heard the fire popping
it was cool
I loved how they shot the broccoli
in my mouth
I heard my family talking
and people talking
the first time I ate hibachi.
Waking Up
by Jayden A.
I’m waking up to the smell of
chocolate chip pancakes
I sit on my bed for a
second as the taste of chocolate
sits on my tongue.
I know that the day will be a
great one.
I feel the bass drumbeat
echo in my ears
as I walk to the kitchen
I have no fear.
It is me and my pancakes
Mom can tell my mouth
is watering.
Please bring me my plate.
How can I snooze on this cruise
by Jackie S.
It was my first time on this cruise
I saw the blue sea
while I was drinking my tea
I was at the pool
and it was very cool
I touched the hot sand
I heard the the beautiful seagulls
Me and my family went down to the main part
of the cruise for trivia.
Ms. Lehner
4th Grade – Group 2
Red
By Tatiana H.
Red is the sight if
the sun setting
Red is the sound of
working together
Red is the smell of roses
Red tastes of watermelon
Red is the touch of hugging
Red is the feeling of
love. Red is the color on a
Kwanzaa candle.
Blue
by King M.
I see a blue jay flying
past my window
I hear a song that is
about a blue kid always having luck
I smell blueberry muffins
and I taste the blue flavor
in the muffins
I touch a blue lily
in the grass
I feel blue when I get hurt.
The Color White
by Ka’layla D.
White is the color of a blank sheet
of paper, diamonds, or a clear white
board.
White is the sound of Arecus in steel form
battling
White is the smell of a powdered
donut, a fresh sheet of paper, or a clear
path day
White is the taste of a powdered
honey bun, the cream in an Oreo, or alfredo
sauce
White is rough, smooth, oh, and don’t forget
crummy. it’s soft, too
White is the form of warmth and happiness.
