THE LAST FIFTH GRADE OF EMERSON ELEMENTARY

THE LAST FIFTH GRADE OF EMERSON ELEMENTARY
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Friday, June 1, 2012

Poetry Friday: Voices Fly

My new book is in!


It has the fabulous title Voices Fly -- so fitting for an anthology of student poetry. The subtitle is a bit more weighty (but important): "Exercises and Poems from the Maryland State Arts Council Artist-in-Residence Program." The Artist-in-Residence program funds my schools visits and those by other Maryland poets and artists.

Fellow MSAC artist-in-residence Virginia Crawford and I have been working on the book for about eighteen months. It includes a foreword by Maryland's Poet Laureate, Stanley Plumly!

When the arts council asked me and Ginny to edit a book of student poetry from the program, we were feeling a little more ambitious. What if we designed the book so that it was more than an anthology? What if we invited Maryland's poets-in-the-schools to share their favorite lessons? This way, teachers could actually use the book to teach more poetry in their classrooms.

Christine Stewart, our wonderful administrator at MSAC, agreed to the plan.

Inside Voices Fly, you'll find eight chapters. Each one features a MSAC poet-in-the-schools describing one of her favorite residency workshops, ranging in age levels from kindergarten through high school. Each workshop is followed by student poems written in response to the lesson. The book includes some back matter -- resources recommended by the eight Artist-in-Residence poets.

There will only be a limited number of copies available from the Maryland State Arts Council. However -- GOOD NEWS! -- MSAC's website will have a PDF of the book. In other words, anyone can download Voices Fly for free and make use of the lessons. The website is www.MSAC.org (be patient, the link may not be up yet).

Today, I am sharing a portion of my chapter on writing odes:

Chapter 6: Simple Odes
Laura Shovan
Upper Elementary through High School

Tone is an elusive concept, yet it crosses over two areas that educators are often required to teach as part of their writing curricula – voice and word choice.

When I began doing school workshops on simple odes, my focus was on use of simile, hyperbole and sensory detail. In working with students, I saw that they also understood the concept of tone as it works in a simple ode.
 
I like to pick up something random in the classroom. It might be a blackboard eraser, a paperclip, or a tissue. Together, the class brainstorms all of the things we can do with that object. We exaggerate -- a good time to introduce hyperbole -- in order to highlight the object’s value. With the eraser, all of our mistakes can disappear. The paperclip is like a secretary for our school work, keeping it organized and making us efficient. The tissue comforts us when we are sick, dries our tears when we are sad.

At this point, we read and discuss Gary Soto’s “Ode to Pablo’s Tennis Shoes.” We look for similes, hyperbole and description.

Elementary children need the structure of a specific prompt, so we all write odes to our shoes. Middle schoolers still need to have something on hand to write about but are ready for more freedom. My students have written odes to their desks, binders, a bookmark, even the EXIT sign over the door.

The key in an ode, as the children quickly pick up, is that we are making a persuasive argument. The words, similes and descriptions we use – the tone of the poem – needs to convince the reader that these sneakers are the best sneakers in the universe. Through tone, simple odes remind readers to stop and pay attention to everyday objects that deserve praise.
I recently did the workshop on odes with a group of fifth graders at Swansfield Elementary. Here are two of their poems. I bent the rules about having something on hand for Fahd, because he was itching with enthusiasm to write this ode:

Ode to Firefighter
by Fahd K.

Strong and brave
Fights fire with
Cool water
Gallons and gallons
of water coming
from a hose
like a black snake
A big, hard helmet
protects a face
mighty like a god
of fire
Happy as a winner
for saved children
Tired, happy, good
Back to the
fire station.

Tyler understood that odes can easily go from praising an object to over-the-top rhapsodizing. I love his sense of humor in this simple ode:

Ode to My Pants
by Tyler D.

Dear Pants
Thank you for
Protecting
my legs and
knees from
scrapes on the
sidewalk.
You protect
me like armor
in a war and
steel on a vault.
And for giving
me good style!
Pants you
have the
Biggest meaning
on my body.

I hope you'll all stop at the Maryland State Arts Council website and download a copy of Voices Fly for your classroom or your library. Thanks to Swansfield E. S. and the poets' families for allowing me to share the students' work.

Carol at Carol's Corner is hosting Poetry Friday today. Please stop by Carol's blog for more poetry news and reviews.

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Sweet Tooth Poetry

Yesterday was the poetry open house at Northfield Elementary. We had many parents, grandparents and friends come to hear the third graders read their poems.
 

The food poems, in particular, are a favorite of the visiting families because of food's connection to family traditions. In this workshop, I do give kids the option of using their five senses to describe a food. However, I encourage them to extend their poem, because foods can remind us of people, places, and memories.

A few years ago, my friend Christine's son was among the third grade students at Northfield. As usual, when introducing the workshop on food poetry, we spent time talking about special foods in the children's families. I reminded the children, "It doesn't have to be a holiday food. You can write about a food that someone important makes for you. Maybe your aunt has a recipe for brownies, and no one else makes brownies as delicious as hers."

Christine's son took that to heart. He wrote a sweet poem about his grandmother's oatmeal. The whole family got such a kick out of the poem, they framed the final draft. The boy's grandmother, it turns out, was not the cookie-baking, apron-wearing type. Oatmeal was her one and only specialty.
Oatmeal from www.foodchannel.com
In reading these third-grade food poems, look for the poets connecting a food to a specific experience or to the emotions of sharing a meal or a treat with someone they love. You will notice that we spent some time working on sensory images and similes before writing.

All my poets today share my love for sweets. Get ready for a sugar rush, readers!

Cotton Candy
by Jane H.

Fluff, sweet cotton candy.
It melts in my mouth.
They are the little clouds
that you can see up high
in the sky.
Pink, blue, purple, yellow!
The rainbow is what I see.
It is so sweet, it smells like sugar.
The fluff so soft, like my cat's fur.
A whoosh, a whirl, my cotton candy
finally made.
Poof poof poof
Chomp!
Yum!
I love cotton candy.
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S'Mores
by James K.

You and me
ride the car
to the food store.
We get the marshmallows
and the crackers, my favorite,
the chocolate. We go back
home and my dad gets out the grill.
We open the bags of
delicious food. I feel the
marshmallow that feels
like my fluffy pillow. Once
you put it in the
oven it melts down all
over the place. I take it
out and put it on the
table to cool. I pour my melted
chocolate in the bowl of the
white stew. I get the spoon
and mix it together and
lick it off the spoon. It tastes
like ice cream and sounds like
they day passing. It smells
like fresh baked cake. I dip
the spoon and put it on the
crackers and put it together.
My food is s'mores.

Not going camping any time soon? Here is a recipe for "Boiler S'mores."

Ice Cream
by Kiran V.

In the summer after dinner
my family goes to get ice cream
Sometimes my friend comes with us. When
we get hte ice cream it smells like
all my favorite things put together in one. It
looks like whipped cream with candy.
It sounds like somebody licking a lollipop.
It feels like creamy ice. It tastes like heaven
when it goes into your mouth. Ice cream
is the best thing in the world, ask my
friend. Oh, I love sitting outside
looking at the stars as we eat.

Easter Chocolate
by Sofia M.

Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Abuelita and Abuelito!
Yay! They're here!
Sister and I run up to the front door.
Creak... the door opens.
We can smell the sweet chocolate
that they bring every year!
Mami and Papa come up to greet
Abuelita and Abuelito.
"Time to get the chocolate open!!!"
the grandparents say.
Thump!
The chocolate gets set down on the table.
Sister and I look inside our
Easter baskets.
Chocolate! Chocolate
1, 2, 3... 20 chocolates!!?
That's a lot of chocolate!
Gobble up the chocolate!
Delicious!
But what makes the memory special
is the love all around.

Thanks to the Northfield staff and families for allowing me to share these delicious poems.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Dishes for a Poets' Tea

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Today is our Poets' Tea at Northfield Elementary. The third graders get to share their residency poems with visiting family, friends, and with each other. It's always cool to watch a student read a classmate's poem and say, "Wow. She's a good poet." The residency can change how kids view themselves and their peers.

I've got some tasty poems on the menu! One of our workshops was on food memories. You can read the full lesson here. It features Sandra Cisneros' "Good Hotdogs" -- a poem just meaty enough for elementary schoolers to dig into.

For this workshop, we spend a lot of time talking about the students' traditions with food. Some go out for ice cream with their soccer teams after every game. Other children like to talk about special holiday foods their families make. I have had students tell about everything from stewed goat's head to candy-corn coated cinnamon buns. The point made through this discussion is that food is more than food. Just as in the poem "Good Hotdogs," food can reminds us of people, experiences, and memories.

Thanks to Northfield's wonderful third grade team for another year of poetry, our sixth! And thanks to the students' families for allowing me to share their fine work.

We are serving breakfast, a traditional Jewish treat, and dinner out at the Poetry Cafe.

Pancakes
by Lily S.

I woke up to a buttery smell.
I get up and put on my robe
When I walk down, I see a sign that says,
"Happy birthday, Lily" in big letters.
Right when I go in the kitchen
my dad is making my favorite,
Pancakes! for me and also my family
was there to hug me. Then they
put it on a special plate that says
all of my friends on, even my brother
and sister. Then in the middle it says
Lily's 8th birthday and the 8th is in
a birthday cake. Then my dad
puts the pancakes on with melted butter.
Then syrup goes on and looks
like snow falling down a mountain.
Then mom puts the candles on
and lights it.



Apples, Crunchy and Honey, Sweet

by Ariela P.

For Rosh Hashanah celebration
Thick and syrupy in your  mouth
In a house with lots of kids
And parents all over the place
Honey made by bees in jar
To sell in the stores
Apples crunch in your teeth
Gloopy and sticky
Shiny, coming in all colors
Slippery, holding it in your hand
Sweet, tender smells with tints
Of sourness and bitter


Chicken Lo Mein
by Max K.

Mom asks me where we
can go for dinner. I say
Pei Wei. Everybody agrees.
When we get there, I
eagerly go inside. I wait
patiently to get my chicken
lo mein. When we sit down
edamame is served. I have
some with sauce, some with
nothing. Then, the main
course arrives. It tastes
better than chocolate. Maybe
a little hot at first. It smells
a little like steam. It looks
like a salad. It feels pretty
hot. It sounds a little like
bacon. I eat it as fast
as a train. Then we get
fortune cookies.

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Sunday Treats
by Anya R.

I leap up from my chair,
my homework done and packed
away. Sunday is today
and that's always a treat.
We get to go out to dinner
and tonight is my choice. We're
at the Japanese restaurant
in not time. We order.
Our drinks hit the table
with a clink.
My hot, steaming rice
comes second. It tastes
so hot and nice
in my mouth with  my favorite
sauce on top. Then I see our
waitress coming our from
the kitchen as my dad's
soup comes to rest right in
front of him, I breathe in
the sweet smell of my noodles.

I'll post more food poems after this afternoon's tea. See you there!