Looks like an onion. Red
as blood. It feels hard
like a turtle’s shell on the outside.
Squishes like a brain
on the inside. Smells like all different kinds
of airheads. Tastes like fruit punch.
Six Ways of Looking at Thunder
My parents getting me in trouble.
My brother’s car being parked.
A scary old giant.
My teachers when they get mad
at the class.
When you’re on the computer with
the volume really high.
A door being slammed.
Anger is like a big red
balloon that has been popped.
Spring is a florist
Surrounded by pink and yellow
flowers in the rain all day. Umbrellas
pop our as they pick small flowers.
In the soaking wet sun covered
with petals and leaves.
I look like the moon in the night
sky. I am like a boomerang that
you can eat. Monkeys love me.
His smile is made of bees
you could even see the black and yellow
bees. And you could smell the
honey as well. And hear the noise
that goes Buzzzz! Oh it
sounds like a quiet old
train. And looking at the honey
makes me want to taste the
honey. Oh his smile is made of bees.
Bayyari Elementary School
Dates of Visit: October 4 – 5, 2012
Faculty Sponsor: Martha Walker
Grade Levels: 4, 5
Appx. Number Students Served: 100
Visiting Writers: Aran Donovan and Kimberly Driggers