by Miguel A., age 11
I saw you
in my sidewalk
I fell on top
of you I’m
sorry
if I hurt
you but you
hurt me
even
more you’re
gushy, mushy,
and hard I
like that you
make up all
my sidewalk
you make some
beautiful armatures
that support
some of artists’ sculptures like some
of the ones in Chicago’s Garfield
Conservatory. Plus I make drawings
on you.
by Marisol D., age 11
I
saw you right
there in
a
box.
You were staring
at me.
I liked your
eyes and your
old skin was
all wrinkled.
Your color
was green
as grass.
Your legs were
little and
you
were fat.
When
a
lady came
she told a
man to kill
you.
When he
grabbed
you I was
sad
but
then you left.
When
he came
back
you
were dead.
This poem was inspired after reading “Ode to a Large Tuna in the Market” by Pablo Neruda. I asked the students to write odes to unusual or yucky things.
