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Monday, April 23, 2007

Cooties

We're working on poetry in writing. We started with rhyming couplets today and here are some of the poems we wrote together (me and three classes of 5th graders). We also wrote about Dr. Brown, who is my doctor who graciously came to speak to my class last week. But, I won't publish what we said about him. I still need a good doctor. =)

Aliens

Green and slimy, short and bald
This is what ET is called.
Wounded finger, homesick being
Bike riding wonder: is this what I'm seeing?


What To Write

I could write about the skies
Or I could write about my eyes.

I could write about my summer
Or I could write about my hummer.

I could write about my nose
Or I could write about my toes.

I could write about my sheep
But, really, I would rather sleep.


Cooties

Strange new buggies, floating wild
Something's happening to this child

Lovestruck, and scary guys
I really can't believe my eyes.

I almost think I've got it made,
Cooties aren't real til 7th grade.



Teacher's Thoughts

All in all it's not a bad start
These poems all came from deep in their hearts.

Or not so much. It's hard to tell.
I may never know, and it's just as well.