Silence wants to be loud.
It tries, but the only sound you hear is silence,
Like a person who can’t talk.
Even when silence screams, he can’t make a sound.
Now, he gives up,

Correcting himself.
He can’t be loud.
Everything is silent.
All you can hear is everyday life.

Silence will never be loud.
Silence–
A room waiting for people to come.
Silence–
Screaming out, but nothing will come out.
Silence.
Silence
Is silence and no one can change it.

Silence.

Silence, as a bird flying through the sky,
Its wings expanded from its body.
Silence does not want to be silent;
It wants to be loud.
I like when silence is around.
That’s when I feel relaxed.

By Connor, 4th grade
[photo by Sameli via flickr]

Marshmallow
White, soft
Eating, biting, tasting
It is squishy
Candy

By Reyannah, pre-kindergarten
[photo by Reem eng via flickr]

The factory stood there, isolated from the rest.
A girl nearby was gazing intently upon it
Like a lost person searching for a place to stay.
She hoped to stay there forever.
The girl nearby was gazing intently upon it,
She could smell the wonderful aroma of sweet vanilla ̶
She hoped to stay there forever,
In the large factory everyday for the rest of her life.
She could smell the wonderful aroma of sweet vanilla
Trying to make her father proud
In the large factory everyday for the rest of her life.
So she went in and spoke to the people,
Trying to make her father proud.
And reluctantly, she got the job.
She went in and spoke to the people.
It was very different from what she expected.
And reluctantly, she got the job.
Like a lost person searching for a place to stay,
It was very different from what she expected.
The factory stood there, isolated from the rest.

By Angela, 7th grade
[photo by amandabhslater via flickr]

In my room, on the floor, lies my quiet corner I adore. It is dark and still, old but new. No one goes in it, but I cannot tell why. Maybe they are scared. It is the tiniest bit dark. Maybe they think something will pop out at them, but nothing would, except maybe my cute dog. But these are just guesses. I may never know why these people are scared.

This is my favorite spot in the house. This is where I read. This is where I take trips with the Vikings. This is where I go on a hike with the African tribe. This is where my imagination lives! It is here, in this specific corner. There is nothing to be afraid of, good people of the world! It’s just a corner. Please come in.

By Sara, 3rd grade
[photo by Nathan Griffith via flickr]

I see a blue butterfly
It is beautiful and mystical
It glistens in the sun
It looks like fine powder

It reminds me of a precious gem:
Beautiful but not even
Polished

By Ariel, 3rd grade
[photo by Sheryl Tollenaar via flickr]