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Las flores sirven para que respires oxijeno.
Si no tuvieramos flores no nos daria oxijeno.
Lo que necesitas para hacer flores 302 semillas.
Media taza de tierra y agua, y algo para poner la planta.
Las plantas nos dan frutas o cosas que to mama necesita
para cocinar. Tambien no dan semillas para hacer mas plantas.
Odom Elementary
1
As we drive
I see birds
high in the sky.
I close my eyes and imagine
I am a bird
flying all the way to Mexico.
I can taste the chamoy raspas.
I can hear the mariachi
and church bells.
I feel my heart jump.
Below me, I see trees
dancing in the wind.
I don’t want to open my eyes
but when I do I’m back in the car
and we’re still driving.
I look up and see the sign:
“Welcome to Mexico.
Fulmore Middle School
8
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There were four sisters
Each had magical powers
They all cared for each other
Winter the coldest
Hearted sister she
Was yet the oldest
Only kind to her sisters
She hid from everyone
Autumn the second to oldest
Always the loneliest
Never liked Summer
She was always a bummer
Spring was able to
bring life to all plants
helping small creatures like ants
Only the youngest
Yet the funniest
Summer always made it hot
Never liked Autumn
Always hit her in the bum
The third oldest
Always responsible
Yet not that likeable
Together they manage the seasons
Always switching
Always fighting
Fear is the thing that haunts you.
It keeps you up at night.
It protects you from hate,
But not from fear itself.
It is the thing that warns you
Of the future and its dangers.
Fear is the black panther.
Love is a feeling
you get when you meet
the one person in your life
who makes you feel whole .
It makes you feel happy.
It makes you feel sad.
It has many meanings.
One is where you feel empty.
Love is the white dove.
I remember it like it was yesterday
Just like smashing my thumb into clay
When I was small, I remember, I liked to play
Like the time I smashed myself into hay
Just like yesterday
When it was May
I remember I left one day
But came back to stay
Just like yesterday
I see my parents pray
“What’s wrong?” I used to say
But then came the best day
My teacher said to write a poem
But my pencil was stolen
And my fingers are swollen
So my poem is unspoken
My pencil just broke
While I’m drinking a coke
And I’m telling jokes
About my folks
And I’m losing hope
So I’m going to finish my poem
My pencil wasn’t taken
And I also like bacon
And I don’t want to go to Akins
She was the girl that no one noticed
The girl that sits in the background.
She was the girl that spent her time reading
While all the other girls went into town.
She was the girl that ate by herself
Would sometimes starve herself too.
She was the girl that needed money
While the other girls wasted theirs on shoes.
She was the girl that never went to parties
Nobody invited her anyway.
She was the girl that nobody cared about
Which is why the girl is here no more.
La isla tiene arena y el sol es caliente.
Hay agua refrescante.
En el mar, el agua es azul.
Y hay Palmas,
Pero quiero ir con calma
El agua brilla.
El sol igual.
La luna llena es linda.
Sin tardar,
Tengo que regresar.
Las estrellas se reflejan en el mar.
Sin más tardar,
Hace frio y el viento suena.
Es tiempo de dormir.
Time slips away, precious water
stirring just out of reach.
The sun melts, light draining
from the windows.
You feel time, you don’t see it.
But you know it’s there, a force
that dominates all worlds,
tearing through the walls of life
made of thin paper.
Casis Elementary
4