YOUR PRICKLY WANDER by Vanessa, age 10
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AS FIERCE AS OUR FRIENDSHIP by Room 2 Poets, ages 8-11
LIKE MARSHMALLOWS IN FIRE by Emily & Vanessa
WAITING FOR THE STARS TO SHINE by Vanessa, age 9
LEAVES By Vanessa, age 9
LEAVES
Trees
stand still.
Feathery leaves swoop
past their trunks and
blanket
the path with warm colors.
They pile up on the
playground and
people crunch
and dance on them.
A woman
with milk chocolate
colored hair
twirls in the air,
scattering
a handful of stems
onto a little
boy’s face.
He rubs
them away and
they flutter around the
welcoming sky,
drifting in waves
above the branches:
fairies
flapping
their
wings,
lingering in the air
then dropping
onto the grass, lying down
and
smiling
at the
sunset.
About the Author
Hi! My name is Vanessa. I am eight years old. I live with my mom, dad, and my two younger sisters. My family comes from Vietnam. I have been there many times. I remember that at night mosquitoes would bite me. I speak English and Vietnamese at home. I am also the author of the the mini-graphic novel Super-novaman and the poems, “Buzz Buzz Flutter Flick,” “Nail Salon,” “Three Months From Now,” and “Jellyfish.” My dream vacation would be a trip to Hawaii.
HERE IS THE SAME PIECE AS A GRAPHIC POEM:
HERE IS THE SAME PIECE AS A GRAPHIC POEM:
JELLYFISH By Carmen & Vanessa, both age 9
Jellyfish
By Carmen & Vanessa
Their tentacles swirl
around the ocean,
tangling together,
gliding through the water,
blooming like flower buds,
fluttering and hugging their bodies.
They glow like lanterns.
They are see through and
their hearts
do not look like hearts,
they look like
missiles
or bullets.
A cluster of trees stares at a
school of fish swimming
through a squiggle
of Jello-y noodles,
wondering why
they never
look
back.
SUPER-NOVAMAN By Vanessa, age 8, Angelina, age 9 & Carmen, age 9
TREE BONES by Vanessa, age 8, Timothy, Nam & Wellington, age 9 & Alan, age 10
Night Sky Photo by Tiffanie Tudor. Big Talbot beach, Florida.
Tree Bones
The sky’s
night light
peeks over
the horizon.
Little
stars raid
the violet night.
Tree bones
Tree bones
rise
from the dirt.
Wind swishes
across your face.`
Pick up as
many branches
as you can and
bury them.
Check on them
tomorrow
and see if
they
are
still
there.
NAIL SALON by Helen, Tony, Ali, Jack, Timothy, Misu, Anvivi & Binh, age 9 & Carmen, Angelina, Vanessa & Emily, age 8
Nail Salon
Chemicals drift around my nose,
and bottles of polish clatter
and clink
on the shelf. Clippers click,
files whisper,
dryers whir.
From beneath the sound,
Mom paints finger and toenails
the color of crashing Atlantic waves,
of morning,
of sunflowers,
of paradise,
frost
and blood,
and a million stars
gleaming down
from a
Saigon
sky.
BUZZ! BUZZ! FLUTTER! FLICK! By Emily & Vanessa, both age 8
Stars
gleam in
the night sky,
an owl hoots on a branch
under fluffy clouds.
The rising sun shimmers up
through the tree branches,
and hummingbirds suck nectar
from blooming jasmine.
When it rains the drops will land on lavender and daisy petals,
sprinkle onto their leaves, trickle down their stems.
The sun will slowly return, shining onto
whirling puddles,
and Painted Ladies will flicker their
wings against sunflower petals that
will flutter and sway across a bed of grass
where deer legs will kick beneath
Woodpeckers
pecking tough tree trunks.
Buzz! Buzz! Flutter! Flick!
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