Silly Dreams

Silly Dreams

Every night I go to sleep I never stay in bed.

I go to faraway places, but only in my head.

Just the other day I had tea with the queen.

She was not very kind and really rather mean.

I can to to space, I will dance with the moon.

If I'm feeling hungry I eat him with a spoon.

The stars are tasty too with sugar and cream.

I eat until I burst it is only a dream.

I will ride a lion with a pink nose and purple tail.

I will race against a blue whale.

The jungle has lions and bears.

They all wear dresses and have feathers for hair.

Sometimes I fly and sometimes I soar.

The grass is my sky and the cloud's my floor.

I am graceful like the birds, I am faster than a rocket.

When I need to rest I sleep in a cloud pocket.

Today when I dream I will think about clowns.

They know how to chase away frowns.

I will play cards with fish. Sleep the middle of the sea.

I will share a piece of cake with a bumble bee.

ODE TO PABLO’S TENNIS SHOES

 ODE TO PABLO’S TENNIS SHOES

They wait under Pablo’s bed,
Rain-beaten, sun-beaten,
A scuff of green
At their tips
From when he fell
In the school yard.
He fell leaping for a football
That sailed his way.
But Pablo fell and got up,
Green on his shoes,
With the football
Out of reach.

Now it’s night.
Pablo is in bed listening
To his mother laughing
To the Mexican novelas on TV.
His shoes, twin pets
That snuggle his toes,
Are under the bed.
He should have bathed,
But he didn’t.
(Dirt rolls from his palm,
Blades of grass
Tumble from his hair.)
He wants to be
Like his shoes,
A little dirty
From the road,
A little worn
From racing to the drinking fountain
A hundred times in one day.
It takes water
To make him go,
And his shoes to get him
There. He loves his shoes,
Cloth like a sail,
Rubber like
A lifeboat on rough sea.
Pablo is tired,
Sinking into the mattress.
His eyes sting from
Grass and long words in books.
He needs eight hours
Of sleep
To cool his shoes,
The tongues hanging
Out, exhausted.

—Gary Soto

School Photographer by Kristine O’Connell George

 School Photographer by Kristine O’Connell George

When I am behind my camera lens
I can make people stand closer,
wrap their arms around each other,
even get them to smile.
When I am behind my camera lens
I see things others don’t.
I can record a single moment
That distorts or tells the truth.
When I am behind my camera lens
I can see everything
Except my own self, hiding
behind my camera.

The Weather is Snowy Story By: Andrew Frinkle

The Weather is Snowy

Story By: Andrew Frinkle

How is the weather today?

The weather is snowy.

The air is cold.

The sky is grey.

It is winter.

It is snowing.

White flakes fall.

They are soft.

They are small.

They are cold.

I wear a hat.

I wear gloves.

I wear a coat.

I wear boots.

How is the weather today?

The weather is snowy.

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Autumn By www.theteachersguide.com

Autumn

By www.theteachersguide.com

As summer draws its final breath

to prepare its curtain call

the monarchs begin their epic trek

to usher in the fall

The northern wind breathes out its chill

as songs begin to hush

and paints the trees upon the hill

with its artist's brush

From green to red, orange and brown

the trees discard their masks

and lay them gently upon the ground

for us to begin our tasks

Autumn makes way for winter's reign

we bid farewell old friend

till summer's warmth begins to wane

and fall returns again

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Pumpkins, Pumpkins by www.theteachersguide.com

Pumpkins, Pumpkins

by www.theteachersguide.com

Pumpkins, pumpkins

all around,

big and small

oval and round.

Picking a pumpkin

is so much fun,

but how can I

choose just one.

I search the patch

from left to right,

under stems and leaves

tucked in tight.

What is this

that I spy,

from the corner

of my eye.

Just the right size

nice and round,

the perfect pumpkin

I have found.

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