Kids Rule!
The literature entries for PTA Reflections arrived yesterday. I’m judging the arts competition (literary portion only) at the state level this year, 128 entries K-12 in Maryland. One winner at each level goes on to compete nationally.
Looking at the stack of papers takes me back to my days teaching high school English.
Since I’ll be working on the entries, my kids are taking over today’s Poetry Friday post. Both have an original poem to share. One is a personification poem. The other is a metaphor poem. Enjoy!
The Runaway Cupcake
By NinjaGirl, Grade 3
(Inspired by Calef Brown’s poem, “The Runaway Waffle”)
Victaria bites Cupcake.
Cupcake dashes out the door.
Victaria jumps out of the seat,
and runs right after her.
Victaria runs and runs and runs.
Cupcake never stops.
Victaria starts to slow on down
and goes to a coffee shop.
So if you see a cupcake
running down the street,
you’ll know that it’s Victaria’s
deliciously sweet treat.
Victaria bites Cupcake.
Cupcake dashes out the door.
Victaria jumps out of the seat,
and runs right after her.
Victaria runs and runs and runs.
Cupcake never stops.
Victaria starts to slow on down
and goes to a coffee shop.
So if you see a cupcake
running down the street,
you’ll know that it’s Victaria’s
deliciously sweet treat.
My Family is a Snare Drum
By DJRobMan, Grade 6
(English Assignment: Family Metaphor Poem)
My family is a snare drum,
Playing its own beat.
All the parts work together
To make loud, exciting music.
My father is heads of the drum.
There can’t be any music without the heads.
Without the heads,
The drum would just be metal,
Incomplete.
My mother is the stand
Holding the snare drum up.
The stand always supports the drum.
It allows the sound to be clear.
My sister is the rim of the snare drum,
Strong, supportive, and confident,
Keeping the drum together.
If there was no rim,
The drum would fall apart.
My dog is the snares of the drum,
Loud when it is on,
Keeping the drum lively,
Connected to the switcher and the rim.
And I, I am the switcher,
Switching tones
By taking the snares on or off.
Taking the drum from deep tom-tom
To an active snare.
These parts of a snare drum
All work together
To make loud, exciting music
That makes my heart pound.
"Pound?" My heart's about to burst, I'm so proud. While I get out my tissues, visit Suzanne at Adventures in Daily Living for more Poetry Friday offerings.
My mother is the stand
Holding the snare drum up.
The stand always supports the drum.
It allows the sound to be clear.
My sister is the rim of the snare drum,
Strong, supportive, and confident,
Keeping the drum together.
If there was no rim,
The drum would fall apart.
My dog is the snares of the drum,
Loud when it is on,
Keeping the drum lively,
Connected to the switcher and the rim.
And I, I am the switcher,
Switching tones
By taking the snares on or off.
Taking the drum from deep tom-tom
To an active snare.
These parts of a snare drum
All work together
To make loud, exciting music
That makes my heart pound.
"Pound?" My heart's about to burst, I'm so proud. While I get out my tissues, visit Suzanne at Adventures in Daily Living for more Poetry Friday offerings.
