IF I BECAME A HEAT WAVE
If I became a heat wave everything
would melt or die in the palm of
In the summer I come around
Everyone runs into their houses to
hide for me a blazing heat.
Pretty flowers would dry up and
become dust before I go down behind
When I go down behind the moon
I torture more on the other side of
this planet named Earth.
And every summer I return to
this torture I don’t mean to give.
Where I’m From
I’m from the river
I’m from coffee, 2 sugars no cream
I’m from the busy bees that sting to protect their loved ones
I’m from gangs
I’m from many people down the streets of Beale.
I was born in the bright yellow sun
My name is business.
Love is rolling down the biggest hill I could find.
Love is hot chocolate on a cold night.
Love is fresh-baked cinnamon rolls from the oven.
Love is the waves of the ocean bouncing off of big boulders.
Love is getting a pair of brand new shoes.
Rondo Alla Turca
Moving side to side
in a happy mood,
when I move I feel
like I’m at the
In the middle of November
The warm sunny days gone
now, a car slides on the ice.
The green leaves turn brown
with mother nature gone to sleep
Drinking a cup of cocoa
Standing by the warm heat.
Where I’m From
I’m born in West Memphis.
I’m from a lot of things are going on
and it has a lot of trees and stars.
I am one of the stars. I fly across
night, people make wishes
then they come true.
I shine over the world
help them see, am
planet like earth, I’m
air, but no one lives
on me. One day
The Secret House
The sun shines light on the house that
In which people
say is a soul
inside. The house,
The prettiest house
you will ever see,
but which still
has souls inside.
The flowers of autumn
unusual. A secret
to be revealed.
The only path
that no one
Weaver Elementary School
West Memphis, AR
Date of Visit: May 11 – 12, 2015
Faculty Sponsor: Sheila Grissom
Grade Levels: 5, 6
Appx. Number Students Served: 100
Visiting Writers: Kirsty Bleyl and Molly Rector