Dear Families,
Thanks so much for coming to Open House. It was wonderful to meet each of you, and to see your children so eager to show you their work.
I hope you have been able to access the blog site for our class. Each child's poem has now been posted. The assignment was to create a poem about a special place which could be real or imagined. The children focused on using repetition and rhythm. Having the poem rhyme was not required, though many of the children were able to come up with a few rhyming lines. The children used their senses to think of descriptive phrases. We hope you enjoy reading them all. Again, the blog site address is:
http://mrsbluhmsclassroom.blogspot.com
Please leave your child a comment, and share the site with other extended family members far and wide. The children love an audience.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Out My Bedroom Window by Emma A.
I see the sun,
And the birds,
And the trees, too.
I hear birds chirping,
And people talking,
And TV and music, too.
I feel the hot sun,
And the soft breeze.
I smell the clean air,
And my perfume, too.
Looking out my bedroom window
Is the place I want to be.
Pierce Lake by Wylie
I love the lake.
I love it!
The water is blue.
It's for you.
I want to swim in it.
It is warm.
It is fun!
The fish are faster
Than the sun.
Camping in the White Mountains by Marshall
I can see bright blue sky,
White fluffy clouds,
Tall green trees,
Our red tent,
And mountains far away.
I can hear birds peeping,
Waterfalls splashing,
The wind blowing.
The White Mountains,
A place I love to go!
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Camping in Maine by Isis
I see green trees.
I see white clouds.
I hear birds chirping.
I hear people laughing.
I see red tents.
I see the playground.
I feel my soft blankets.
I smell bacon and eggs
Cooking over the fire.
Camping in Maine is fun.
Peach's Castle by Joey
MARIO, MARIO! The fireworks cracking,
Peach saying MARIO, MARIO,
Help! Help! Help!
Jr. Bowser trying to get MARIO,
MARIO saying, but you can't get me!
Peach crying at the top of her lungs,
MARIO, MARIO!
Help! Help! Help!
Peak's Island by Emma S.
First you have to go to Maine.
Then you have to talk to a lady.
Then you have to buy a ticket.
Then you have to get on a boat.
Then you see the blue, blue ocean all around.
Then you see the tall, tall hotels.
Then you take a short, short walk to the beach.
Then you feel the hot, hot sand.
Then you feel the cold, cold water.
Then your lips turn blue, blue,
But, I love to go to Peak's Island.
It's the place I love the best!
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