DeWitt Clinton Elementary School Poetry: November 2007
The imagination is the space between what is and how we put mere reality into words. It is the space between the symbol and what the symbol represents. As you will see in these poems, the words come first. They determine the situation. Everything else- the world- follows. Her tears flow down from the sky. Covering up the shines of light. The ones awake dance in glory. Others lick the lake has been filled. She warms our hearts, gratitude. Yet, she stops—she has forgotten. The boy is like the wind. The soo...
DeWitt Clinton Elementary School Poetry: Anxious Blues; Upbeat Raps
Factories, busses, tracks, and motorcycles. Start using solar powered transportations- recycle. Start reusing, start recycling. And if you can’t do it, stop blabbing. A ton of paper can save 17 trees. You can be a hero if you wanna be. Trash bags go in the trash can. Make the earth green. By keeping it clean. 7th Grade, Room 109. My Sad Talking Blues. Nothing to talk about. But I talk too much. Nothing to talk ‘bout. Yep, I said I talk too much. I get in trouble with my teachers. Tape and zip my mouth.