Our re-imaginings of “Waking Instructions” by Emma Mellon
Racing Instructions by Siona Roy Waking Instructions by Emma Mellon
Drive on a racetrack Crawl ashore
to the windy finish line to the damp beginning of day.
Forget the pressure of winning. Forget before and after.
Allow yourself Allow yourself
to mercilessly pass others by. to be spelled differently.
It will feel like a mistake. It will feel like falling.
It has exciting attached. It has waiting attached.
Felipe’s version:
Fall where you are most comfortable
To the beginning of your mind
Forget your fear
Allow yourself
To be found
It will feel like you are free
It has preferring attached
B+ By Tobin Longsworth Freedom By Grant D’Ambra
Slithered out of bed Walk outside
To bright mid-morning.
Forget about the B+ Forget cause and effect.
Allow yourself Allow yourself
To rethink to take risks
It will feel like being freed It will feel like the wind
It has feeling attached. It has answering attached
Wave Runners by Kylie Gray
Riding a wave
to the sandy coastal shore.
Forget the times I've failed.
Allow yourself
to take no easy path.
It will feel like a fresh new opportunity.
It has attempting attached.
This description of a favorite place is by Alice Lake
There are many places that are special to me, but a couple of those places are really special to me, one of those places including my grandma’s house. My grandma lives in Ireland, and since we only go there around once-a-year, it makes it extra special when we go and stay. Another reason is her house is also always cozy, and has this sweet smell to it, which I am guessing is her perfume, and it is probably one of my favorite smells in the whole world. Finally, most of the time when we go there, our cousins from England and Ireland come over, which is really nice to finally see them after a while, and some of them stay across the street in my uncle’s and aunt’s house while they stay. When you put all those reasons together, that is what makes my grandma's house one of the most special places out of all the places that are special to me.
Another amazing place description by Annika Dillon
After greeting everybody at the airport we head home. Even the thought of home filled me with delight. Sure, it wasn’t my real home, just my aunt’s place where I stay in the summer, but I still have countless memories there. The car came to a stop and my sister and I rushed out. I stopped a few steps away from the car and took it in. The grass was bright green, the carousal slowly spinning because of the wind, the trampoline standing untouched, and Puma, one of the two cats that live there, is frolicking in the center of the yard. I see the greenhouse behind a couple small trees, next to the campfire. The creek still looks the same, with the same old small bridge my grandpa built years ago. I couldn’t wait until the ducklings came around asking for bread. I stepped inside the house, passing the porch. About everything there, including the house, was built by my relatives and family here. In the US I have a whole different, loud, American, large family. Here I have an also large, very different, Latvian family (including five dogs in one family). I walked past my grandpa's work garage, which smelled like gasoline, like it always does. I made my way up the steps to a rather small house, compared to the ones in America. As soon as you walk two flights of stairs up, you see a small corridor, with a blue marble floor. To the left there’s another two flights of stairs heading to my mom’s and aunts' rooms. Next to that staircase is my grandparents' room, then my sister’s and my room, where all my legos are stashed under the bunk bed I have that doesn’t even have a lower bunk. I remember spending hours there last summer, with a blanket hung up to give me my lego privacy. Next to our room is the kitchen, then all the way to the right is the bathroom (without a toilet), and then the toilet room. Perpendicular to the toilet is a door that leads to a very small porch that, once again, my grandpa made. This whole house has me remember climbing on the shed roof during tuc tuc hide and seek, or me and the twinions running through the labyrinth of miniature trees in the garden. The twinions are my cousin's cousins, who are two 7-8-year-old boys that follow me around and act like my minions. I can’t wait to see them again. This whole house is a miracle through my eyes. The cats, the lake nearby, the trampoline; it’s all just heaven.
Check out Jason’s response to “Famous” by Naomi Shihab Nye
In the poem "Famous" by Naomi Shihab Nye it shows how things are famous to eachother. For example it says "the tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek." That tells how the tear is affecting the cheek and how the cheek is affecting the tears. The poet's intention was to make the people reading feel famous, to make them have a connection to everything they have. The poet is also trying to say that we are all unique and we should all be recognized for who we are in our own way. I would want to be famous to everyone, I would want everyone to know me, and to recognize me wherever I go. But I want to be famous for something unique not something people have already been famous for.