Poems

Poems

By: Sofia Anderson

They explain how we feel,

What we think and say.

Some emotions are held up ,

Inside you and are ready to come bursting out.

These feeling can make your mind work like,

A very complicated well oiled machine.

Very fast and precise.

All of theses ideas come rushing to your head,

Like metal to a magnet.

Once you get one good idea,

The rest just comes naturally.

Or sometimes you really have to think about,

Your upmost realist feeling.

How you feel or how someone else feels,

I guess that is the question,

Isn't it.
Do we really feel some things,
Or is it someone else's emotions telling,
You what to do?
That is the biggest question of all.
Do we really do things for ourselves or for other people?
When we do good is that just wanted attention?
If you are true and real than you can answer that question without a problem.
See what poems can make you think of.
How they find that spot in your heart that make you feel so passionate about something.
That is why I love poems so much,
They make you feel something.

My Dream

My Dream

By: Sofia Anderson

As my head rests against the pillow,

All these images and memories come floating to my mind.

Deep feelings that I once felt or still feel,

Take over my mind and soul.
Some horrible feelings are tossed out of my mind,
Like a mouth spitting out food.
I am silent and calm.

For a long time I lay like that,

So still that it looks like I have gone into an eternal sleep.

With one feeling and image my brain makes up a story.

This is it.

I am by myself wandering the streets of a crowded city,
The people are a lot bigger than I am,
They look down on me like I am a toddler.
Then all of a sudden I am on a tiny island.
There are islands all around me,
I am by myself once again.
In the distance I see the city I once walked.
Winds howl and I see a big eagle,
It swoops down and grabs me,
Taking me to the different islands.
At first it was fun,
But then I got sick and tried to get down.
I strangled my way out of it's big talons,
And down I went into the abyss.
I swam back up above the water,
Onto one of the islands that I saw.
I was miles away from the city so I could't swim.
I first panicked,
Then I got all the supplies I needed to make a boat.
When it was ready, I woke up.

I think that dream was a message,
A message that only the one who had it could understand.
At first I thought it was just a meaningless dream that had no purpose.
One that was just too simple to make anything out of.

The message was that the easy way was not always the best way.
In the dream when I was stranded on the island the easy way was the eagle.
When the eagle flew me to the different islands it made me sick.
So that wasn't the best way.
The best way was making the boat and putting some hard work into it.
My dream was like a message in a bottle,
It was valuable and rare.

Ode to Michigan

Ode to Michigan

By: Sofia Anderson

Oh Michigan, 

You are the bread to my butter!

You make the butterflies in my stomach flutter.

Your air is like Febreez,

It always smells good.

The blue lake you posses,

Is an unpredictable one.

I always see kids laughing,

And with a with a smile on their face.

The birds chirp their sweet little song,

While kids dance along.

At the lake the huge waves crash against the beach,

While the blowing wind gusts through the nearby trees.

Night fires lay upon the beautiful sand, 

As marshmallows are roasted to black.

Oh, Michigan!

You are so amazing,

I wish I could live there!

  

  

Where I'm From By: Sofia Anderson

Where I Am From

By: Sofia Anderson

I am from the murky waters of a lake,

That at a distance looks clear as a diamond.

I am from hot summers,

With popsicles, pools, and humidity.

I am from stubbornness,

That makes me stick to my own mind 

And to have a strong opinion.

I am from backbreaking work of physical labor,

That makes me work hard with everything,

Even if I get nothing in return.

I am from hours of watching and playing sports,

That molded me into a person who has patience and grit.

I am from trophies on a wall,

That make me confident to push on.

I am from a loving couple Maria and Robert,

Who contracted me into the person I am today.

Choral Reading

Choral Reading

     The experience was very fun. It was kind of easy, but also kind of difficult. It was difficult because it was hard to get everyone's attention. Sometimes a person would have to redirect the other students in the group so they would work. It was fun because we were able to do accents and make props. This experience overall was very fun.

     We can learn a lot of different things about poetry by doing this reading. For example we learned that poems sort of have a rhythm to them when you say it. Instead of reading them in your head we could hear how everything sounds together and how to say it. We can also learn that poems can be fun and not just something you have to read for school. Overall we learned a lot from this activity.