Poetry is All of Us
Poetry is a colorful rainbow.
Poetry is helping you fly in the sky.
Poetry is a colorful bird in the sky.
Poetry is love and happiness.
Poetry is love of soul and spirit.
Poetry Feels Good to Us.
Poetry makes me feel happy.
Poetry is like a chocolate ice cream.
Poetry is a dream of faith.
Poetry is something that educates us
to learn better in writing.
Poetry is Me.
Poetry is the sun in the sky when I look at it makes me cry.
Poetry is a rhyme that makes me shy.
Poetry is the clouds in the sky.
Poetry is like inspiration to my soul.
What Do You Think Poetry Is?
Poetry is something that rhymes.
Poetry is sometimes with feelings for others.
Poetry makes me feel good inside or bad.
Poetry lifts me up when I have bad days.
Poetry is something that makes me feel good.
Poetry Is a Time Of Life.
Poetry is everything to us.
Poetry is something that makes you feel good at
what you do.
Poetry is the day light in the sky.
Poetry is like the green.
Like the grass!
Poetry is sunshine in my mind that runs
through all the time.
(c) 2005 by Students of Ms. Kyles' class at
Charles Wacker Elementary School

Songs in the Ghetto
by Lora Weaver (7th Grade)
Songs in the ghetto, what do I see?
A run down apartment abandoned of people.
Here I come only seven years old with some dingy white shorts and a nappy big puff ball ponytail.
Church is right around the corner from us...popping five crackers all year long.
Going to the candy store asking for free candy.
Snotty nosed kids wiping their snot on their shirts.
The warning to all the neighborhood.
Kids that they getting ready to shoot.
Throwing rocks at cars and being called bae bae kids.
Getting arrested and you only ten.
Having the new Jordans, it don’t matter.
Getting them dirty right after.
Playing the mud, what do you do?
Try to dig deep to try to find the bottom of the earth never do find it though.
Cry when you getting your hair washed and getting whoopings for fighting at school.
Walking down the street you see no grass.
Tripping over beer bottles.
That’s what I see.
And something else..is my pastor’s church in the ghetto.
The only black man with a Lexus parked in front of the church.
Crack heads asking anybody if they got a quarter.
That was the life, sho’ was nice.
That’s what I saw.
Songs in the ghetto.

© copyrights 2005 by the students of Charles Wacker