Poems about MNP Community

This week we read a story entitled Max Found Two Sticks. In it, a young boy named Max uses sticks to create rhythmic sounds that he hears in his community. He copies the startled pigeons by playing his sticks on the front steps. He copies the church bells on soda bottles and the marching band on empty garbage cans. I showed my students how poems include rhyme as well as repeating words to help them to flow. Then we took a walk around the playground and came inside to write a poem about what we heard in the Mitchell Neilson community.

Poem #1-
Rocks moving, rocks moving on the ground.
I hear kids talking, talking and birds chirping, chirping.
Rocks are moving, moving around.
Kids are talking and birds chirping in the sky.
I love everything I hear around me.

Poem #2-
Wind, wind blow all day.
Please stay today.
It feels cold, but I like it.
Wind, wind keep blowing.
Wind, wind blow all day.

Poem #3- 
I step on mulch.
I heard a crack.
I broke it.
For real, now I have to eat a meal.

Poem #4-
I heard chirping like tweet, tweet.
It scattered and flew away.
I think the mom was finding food for her babies.

Poem #5-
I heard birds and I heard lots of chirps and tweets.
I heard cars and the wind.
I heard kids yelling.

Poem #6-
I heard kids swinging on the swings and
birds chirping in the trees.
I felt the wind blow in my ear and
heard kids jumping on the playground.
I heard cars driving fast and
teachers talking outside.
Kids yelling and kids talking.

Poem #7-
Birds, birds chirp.
The birds tweet, tweet, tweet.
They want food, food, food!
The moms give, give, give the
food, food, food!

Poem #8-
I heard vroom, vroom all the time.
Vroom, vroom, I know what it is, it is a car, car.
I hate the sound of vroom, vroom.
I can't get it out of my head: vroom, vroom.
I don't like vroom, vroom.
Please get it out of my head.

Poem #9-
I hear cars driving in their cars
and Vroom, Vroom, Vroom and
rocks hitting on the tires and
some different cars driving on the road and
I hear four cars.

Poem #10-
I heard kids yelling.
I heard kids jumping.
I heard mulch and heard the birds
chirping, tweet, chirp, tweet.
I heard the swings ding, ding.
And I heard airplanes buzzing, buzzing.
I heard the wind blowing.

By the way, this poetry writing session took place right before lunchtime. Poem #3 references that and when I read them, I thought this was a hoot!