Welcome back! This week students finished up the pieces they started during our last session about “Where I’m From”. They all did a great job of using imagery and the five senses in their pieces to make them come alive.
I had such a great time reading all the pieces students wrote about home and the places they love or miss. There was such a variety, and it was tough to pick which ones would be published. Enjoy this week’s poets, and stay tuned for next week’s poems about the meaning of our names.
Ms. Caplan’s Class
6th Grade
Estrella
I come from a
place where you smell those
tacos de asada with spicy salsa
and cilantro y seboya where there’s
a humongous line to get the
famous aguas frescas that taste
so good they have my mouth watering
Where you see all the Abuelos with
their pantalones
and well-dressed shirts, drinking beer with their sons
where you see all the Tia’s and
comadres singing and dancing their
heart out, and kids chasing the dogs
and cats, where the older cousins
are driving their dad’s motorcycle.
and taking the little cousins for
a drive, where everyone around you
knows you and where you feel
nice and relaxed with all the music.
Isabella
Vengo del olor de las
arrepas recién hechas
con pan recién comprado.
Dónde se puede saborear
las arrepas con jamón y queso,
pan con cafe caliente desde su
aroma.
La sensación de tocar
los postes y rejas de casas
cada vez que camino.
Los vecinos sentados
en frente de sus casas.
Ves la heladería atrás de
la casa de mi abuela
Cuando veo los vecinos
diciendo nos vemos
mañana pa’ tomar café
Ms. Murray’s Class
6th Grade
Landon
I come from the smell of grilled foods
and freshly wet moss from the
downpour last night. Where you
can taste the golden crispy nuggets
or the cheese from the pizza.
The wave of wind that can push your
hair back to reveal your forehead.
The man outside waving and saying
“Hi” for as long as I can remember.
You can hear never-ending parties
or laughter and R&B playing in
the background with angelic voices singing
along. You can see the big tree
and black gates around houses. A couple
minutes away from there you can see
McDonalds. Inside you can see High School
students hanging out.
Emily
I come from a neighborhood
where you see people walking
their dogs.
I come from people driving
to work at 7:00 a.m.
I come from the rain pouring
down, dogs barking at the
rain and once they hear
thunder they run to their bed.
I come from the pizza that
sizzles, the pizza with melted
cheese all over it.
I come from the little kids
running around their
yard.
I come from the library that’s
a few blocks away from my
home.
I come from Andy’s, the ice cream
shop that’s right next to the library.
I come from the playground
where you see all of
the kids playing.
You hear the rusty metal screech
when the kids go on the swings.
I come from the Portillo’s that
has amazing chocolate cake.
