Blue is mist on a foggy day. Blue is dripping water from ocean waves. Blue is wind and frost on snowy days. Blue is sticky candy and fish on a cold winter night. Blue is clear sky as it turns dark at night. Blue is blueberry muffins. Blue is amazing.
Starburst Rock Cycle Model
We used starburst candies to create a model of the rock cycle, including igneous, sedimentary, and metamorphic rocks.
Artist Puzzle
I created a puzzle piece and decorated a puzzle cookie in the style of my chosen artist!
My Psalm of Praise
In Paradise is where I long to be, But until then I shall see the trees swaying in the summer breeze, The great owl on a cold, brisk night, The ocean waves crashing on the rocks is a sight on a summer night. You made nature so we can glorify you more today than we Read More…
What I Found in My Old Dirty Trunk
What I Found in My Old Dirty Trunk: A toxic, tattered treasure map, A rotten, dirty sock, lost now found, A stiff dead rat from who knows where, A telephone that’s lost its ring, A weird-shaped carrot that I’ll never eat, A frightening rubber rattlesnake from a play I once did, A fluffy stuffed anteater Read More…
How to Play Twister
Twister is a fun game to play. You need four players to play this game. First, spin a spinner that has four squares on it. Each square has either a hand or a foot. They all have a color on them. You spin it and say I landed on a blue hand. Then I would Read More…
Vincent’s Colors
I found an art piece that spoke to my heart. It is a really nice painting by Vincent Van Gogh. It’s a really nice flower pot, and I really like it because it’s so nice and peaceful. It has really nice color, and particularly the flowers, which are called violet irises, which I have always Read More…
Fourteen Things to Be Happy About My Parents
1. They love me. 2. They are always there for me. 3. The protect me. 4. They love cooking. 5. They are awesome at art. 6. They feed me. 7. When your parents are sick, you take care of them. 8. When you are sick, your parents take care of you. 9. They are okay Read More…
If You’re Not from Kansas
A form change poem (with thanks to David Bouchard, If You’re Not From the Prairie . . . ) If you’re not from Kansas, You don’t know the clouds, A place where the wind flies in circles, The thunder sounds like a drum, The rain pours as the lightning crashes like cymbals. If Read More…
Ode to Noodles (a playful poem)
NOODLES! Oh, how precious you are! Your sauce drips like rain. You are so pale, You look like the moon. Your meatballs are my heart. So now I kneel down at your plate, And I will give you all the parmesan you need. I give you all, my noodles!