We are third, fourth and fifth graders from a public school in San Francisco's Tenderloin Neighborhood. This blog is a project of Robyn Carter's classroom (Room 2). It's a place to share our art and writing with other kids and teachers.
Showing posts with label Lily. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lily. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 7, 2017
Thursday, November 17, 2016
Tuesday, June 14, 2016
PARADE OF LIGHT BY Cindy, Binh, Misu, Jack & Carmen, age 9 & Lily & Helen, age 10
Big Allaki Photo by Sergey Garifullin — National Geographic Your Shot:
Chelyabinskay obl., Russia.
Parade of light
Fingers of green water grab a rock.
Swish!
A vine of amber light grazes the ground.
Stars
pop
in the sky like soda bubbles.
It’s as if
people
went to another planet,
leaving behind
a tree so lonely it thinks
its reflection is
a friend
reaching
for the specks
of light
above.
ORANGE GLOW by Angelina & Jack, age 9, Lily & Tony, age 10, Wisdom, age 11
Star trail and eruption Photo by Davide Castiglione — National Geographic Your Shot:
Yesterday night, from Centuripe at my house, there was a little eruption from north-east
crater of the volcano Etna.
Orange Glow
Sparks spread across a rain-shattered sky,
An orange glow sprouting from the mountain
as if the sun were setting
as if the sun were rising
as if you’re in a different world
where people don’t exist.
Saturday, June 11, 2016
FLYING By Helen & Lily, age 9 & Anvivi, age 10
Flying
by Helen Luu, Anvivi Vong & Lily Nguyen
My aunt
started the engine,
and we took off for Saigon.
Dust like salt and pepper in my eyes. My hair
blew
like a
flock of
butterflies.
I felt like I was
flying.
by Helen Luu, Anvivi Vong & Lily Nguyen
My aunt
started the engine,
and we took off for Saigon.
Dust like salt and pepper in my eyes. My hair
blew
like a
flock of
butterflies.
I felt like I was
flying.
Thursday, September 17, 2015
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
WHERE LOVE HAS EXPIRED By Helen, age 8 & Lily, age 9
Where Love Has Expired
By Lily Nguyen & Helen Luu
Let’s build peace.
It looks like when
pages of a book
flip.
The words blur,
my inky finger
rubs
one sentence
at a time
and now
the paragraphs
are ruined.
Filthy.
Or maybe
the smudge
is a
cloud
Saturday, July 12, 2014
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