wits

i'm doing wits again this year--

which means more great poems:

Ode to Mexico

Mexico smells like
hay. I can hear the
horses eating. The food
in Mexico tastes like home.
It’s really good. I feel
happy when I ride
my horse Angel.
It sounds like
sheep talking.

Katherine, 3rd grade


Ode to My Bike

My bike is stupid. It is a waffle.
My bike is a fat man.
My bike is the scream.
My bike is a glow in the
dark fish.

Adeli, 3rd grade


This is Just to Say

I’m sorry I took
the eraser.

I erased
the eraser.

And gave it back
but it was nothing.

Gilly, 3rd grade