Talia's Book Reviews
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
An Abundance of Katherines
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
SOL: Spring Trip
We run in to the water as soon as we arrive. Still fully dressed, the waves splash at our feet. We change in to our swimsuits, and feel the ocean on our first day of the trip.
Days later, coral cuts our feet as we explore, swimming deeper. We put on water shoes and walk on the coral reef. Waves splash our face, and saltwater gets in our eyes.
Every afternoon we arrive at the camp and jump into the water. By our last day our legs sting from cuts. The sun shines down on the water, making it aqua blue and surreal. We step in the sand, and, realizing that the water is deep we do our best to stay afloat.
Eventually we swim to shore.
Goodbye ocean
Goodbye
sunsets over the waves.
We have to leave these memories.
Climbing over the wall, jumping over the rocks, leaping into the water, and tracing our names in the sand.
We say goodbye to Camp Homelani
We might never see this beach again.
Days later, coral cuts our feet as we explore, swimming deeper. We put on water shoes and walk on the coral reef. Waves splash our face, and saltwater gets in our eyes.
Every afternoon we arrive at the camp and jump into the water. By our last day our legs sting from cuts. The sun shines down on the water, making it aqua blue and surreal. We step in the sand, and, realizing that the water is deep we do our best to stay afloat.
Eventually we swim to shore.
Goodbye ocean
Goodbye
sunsets over the waves.
We have to leave these memories.
Climbing over the wall, jumping over the rocks, leaping into the water, and tracing our names in the sand.
We say goodbye to Camp Homelani
We might never see this beach again.
Monday, May 18, 2015
The Boy in Striped Pajamas

Monday, April 27, 2015
Fish in a Tree by Linda Mullally Hunt
Thursday, April 23, 2015
Poems for Poetry Map
Supply Closet Poem
Pens and pencils
Everywhere I look
Markers and paper
Notebooks and glue sticks
This is a child's paradise
A room to be creative.
Draw a picture, or
Write a story.
Shelves filled with poster board
yes,
This is a child's paradise
Ode to the UFA
A few red couches
Forty-four metal lockers
and 7 chairs that surround the table.
We all sit here
Talking and laughing
Pencils in hand.
We stand
on the carpeted floor
all together
Oblivious of it all.
Standing at our lockers
Lounging on the couches,
Our little room
Right off the hallway.
We come here
when we want to laugh,
or smile.
We don't need
Anything else.
We are happy here.
Pens and pencils
Everywhere I look
Markers and paper
Notebooks and glue sticks
This is a child's paradise
A room to be creative.
Draw a picture, or
Write a story.
Shelves filled with poster board
yes,
This is a child's paradise
Ode to the UFA
A few red couches
Forty-four metal lockers
and 7 chairs that surround the table.
We all sit here
Talking and laughing
Pencils in hand.
We stand
on the carpeted floor
all together
Oblivious of it all.
Standing at our lockers
Lounging on the couches,
Our little room
Right off the hallway.
We come here
when we want to laugh,
or smile.
We don't need
Anything else.
We are happy here.
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Limercks
There once was a girl named Grace
Who was happy in her place
Swinging by the monkey bars
Watching all the passing cars
and she wanted just a taste...
There once was a box of chips
When I saw it I smacked my lips
But I gave it away
Got it back the next day
Then I let out happy yips
Who was happy in her place
Swinging by the monkey bars
Watching all the passing cars
and she wanted just a taste...
There once was a box of chips
When I saw it I smacked my lips
But I gave it away
Got it back the next day
Then I let out happy yips
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
Free Verse Poetry
The Supply Closet
Pens and pencils
Everywhere I look
Markers and paper
Notebooks and glue sticks
This is a child's paradise
A room to be creative.
Draw a picture, or
Write a story.
Shelves filled with poster board
yes,
This is a child's paradise
What if these shelves were empty?
I cannot help but wonder.
If the paper and pencils all
disappeared.
No binders, or glue.
What would we do?
Pens and pencils
Everywhere I look
Markers and paper
Notebooks and glue sticks
This is a child's paradise
A room to be creative.
Draw a picture, or
Write a story.
Shelves filled with poster board
yes,
This is a child's paradise
What if these shelves were empty?
I cannot help but wonder.
If the paper and pencils all
disappeared.
No binders, or glue.
What would we do?
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