Poems from Ecker Hill International Middle School 6th grade teacher Deborah DeKoff’s students
November 22, 2006
On Sunday in the middle of the week, a boy kissed my hand and left a mark on my cheek. I threw up on the sand as it started to snow, and closer away the boy did go. I ran away to the place I was just at, and stood in the snow as I sang and sat. So as you can hear, Death Valley is white, and it often snows every blazing hot night.
. Jabberdriver by Adam Schiefer "Twas frightening from the flaring engine Did speed and fly in the wind; All blurry were the passing cars, The speeding car did blend Beware the Jabberdriver my son! The wheels that skid, the gears that shift! Beware the rush-hour, and shun The speed demons fanic boom!" He took his golden keys in hand Long time since racing the old foe he sought So waited his car by the start And stopped awhile in thought. And, in deerd thought he sat, The Jabberdriver with colors of fame Came speeding through the dirty road And roared as it came Ready set! Ready set! And go and go The very old engine had plown! So he left it plown and with its parts He went speeding home. "Hast though beaten the Jabberdriver? Put in the parts my old friend, O Hapious day! Hooray! Hooray! He has won in the end! "Twas frightening from the flaring engine Did speed and fly in the wind; All blurry were the passing cars, The speeding car did blend Adam John Schiefer