Little Room

We read Max Jacob's poem "Little Room." The students and I discusssed concrete details and how they create setting. We had a really great discussion about the way the speaker remembered and imagined his childhood room. Then, the students were asked to remember a place they knew and to focus on setting while they wrote. There were many favorite places revisited.



Ms. Mitchell 5th grade
Week 3
10/23/07


Mom’s Garden
-Lesli P.

I remember my mom’s garden.
I would always go there when mad.
There are a lot of roses in a circle and
a circle in the middle. All the trees around
the yard, green and purple leaves. All flowers
red and white with a nice smell. There is a pattern.
the red rose goes first, the n the white flowers
or you could step on the big green grass.



Poem
-Annabel H.

I remember in my room with my nephews
imagining that we could walk on the ceiling
and jump over the door. There are fans
on the ceiling, so we had to take
another path in the house. And then we notice
that if we were in the ceiling, what if the stuff
from the floor becomes the ceiling
like the beds and couch.



Poem
-Jose R.

I remember the time I was in my own
basement jumping on my own king size
bed where I jump and play and I
wrestle with my little seven-year-old
brother.

Me and my brother and my little
sister Julianna R. and my sister
Katy R. jumping and playing in my big
bed.

Playing and imagining that we are
heroes. That we are transformers fighting.




Ms. Kennedy 5th grade
Week 3
10/23/07

The Hour Glass Short Poem
-Rafael G.

I remember me
on my back lawn
laying down and
imagining me flying
meeting birds and
even new birds
bluejays, greenjays
fruitjays, blackbird
woodpeckers, yakkers
swallow, and even
hawks. And I can
imagine I am a
big bird with gray
and blue stripes
and my wings are
1 foot wide and 3 feet tall.



Poem
-Oswald O.

I remember my house. There was
a big space in my living room. There was
a guitar. It talked and it told me play me.
And I did. So now I am a good guitarist.



Poem
-Anais N.

I remember my mom’s room.
I see make-up everywhere. Bam!!
Bam!! I jump on the bed. Click.
Click. I am a super model. Cheese.
Cheese. Whoa. Whoa. Bam! I fell
on the floor. I forgot I was imagining.
Next time I will become a singer.




Ms. Schaeffer 5th grade
Week 3
10/23/07

Poem
-Jackie P.

I remember my old garage
with its old rusty ladders and rakes
and its shallow walls with spider webs
everywhere with spiders crawling.
And the voice of the old lady
that used to live there echoing
and bouncing off the dusty old walls
with its gasoline smell and oily floors
and gardening knives and tools.
But now my garage has
been remodeled.




Poem
-Karen L.

I remember the room I had as a child.
It was very nice. Blue and white, many flowers.
When I look the top of it transforms into a dragon
with one princess. His head was yellow, its eyes
blue. She was on the sky and it was like one
fantastic place with many colors, flowers, dragons,
unicorns, animals, people, stars and many letters
that transformed into people. It smelled like
strawberries. It was like a book. Very beautiful.



I Remember
-Jerrett C.

I remember basketball rims, bleachers, an office, gym equipment,
rolling pads, basketballs, skid marks, volleyballs,
people around me talking to each other.
Goofing off. Just being a kid.