Saturday, July 31, 2010
We Made the News!!!
Check it out. Here is the story and footage from our day of fishing at Hope:
Link to story and video
Link to story and video
Day 10: Final day of Write Alaska 2010!
Today's class was kind of like a baseball game, which somehow seems appropriate since we played a lot of baseball and softball over the past two weeks.
The pre-game event:
The day started off with some reflective writing time about all of the accomplishments we have made, both in the classroom and out on adventures. We shared some of our favorite lines from the journal write (with gusto of course). Each writer in the class had the chance to write and write and then to write some more over the past two weeks. We have also had the opportunity to play around with some new technology. The results of all that hard work are here for us to share on this blog.
After quite a bit of time working in class and preparing for the afternoon's performance, the class members chowed down on another awesome lunch that Callie, Jamie, Meghan, and Mia prepared; then almost all the class headed out to play ball for one last time. Ben tells me that there were lots of good times at the park.
A few of us stayed behind to get things ready for the closing ceremony. With some help from Ms. Candy at the Ed Center, the atrium area was transformed into the perfect location for our poetry reading and awards ceremony. When all of the students returned from the park after burning off a little energy, it was time for the big show.
The big event:
Confidence. Confidence is the word I think best describes this year's Write Alaska 2010 members. The team walked out onto the field, or in the case, into the ASD Ed Center with confidence. They had done their work, they had practiced their poems, and they were ready to read their pieces to the crowd that had assembled for the ceremony.
Each Write Alaska class member stepped up to the mic and knocked it out of the park. The class members cheered each other on, just as they had done on the trails for the past two weeks. The staff members sat amongst the group and just beamed, so proud of the hard work and bravery shown by each person who got up to read his or her original poetry. Even when it got hard for some people to continue reading pieces that were intensely personal and real, the audience members encouraged them with quiet smiles and a few, "come on, you can do it" comments.
We rounded out the event with an awards ceremony in which one of the positive accomplishments for each student was highlighted by an award and some words from the staff members. We also had some tasty cake and watched two videos. Both the Animoto short movie and the Channel 2 news report that featured our group fishing are linked on the blog too.
The post-game message, brought to the students by all the Write Alaska 2010! staff members:
We are so proud of the hard work that each and every student put into these past two weeks. You all, every single one of you, stood at the podium in the Anchorage School District Education Center and read your original poetry into the mic. Your pieces were creative, they were sincere, and they were amazing. Your poems had "ear sense, eye sense, and brain sense." Your words moved us, and some lines made us laugh. Most of all you believed in yourselves enough to get up in front of a large audience and take the risk to read original poetry. I believe there may have even been a tear or two from the staff members.
In the classroom, you pushed yourselves to become better writers and digital learners; out in the field, each one of you tested your own limits to learn new skills and pushed yourselves physically and mentally.
This has been another amazing year of Write Alaska. We all look forward to seeing you all throughout the upcoming school year. We want to be there to celebrate your successes (oh yes, we will be among those cheering the loudest for you at your graduations). We will also be there to remind you of your pure potential and your talents throughout the year.
This is an incredible opportunity, for both students and staff, to get to spend this much intensive, academic time together in the summer. Every second, and I mean every second, is worth it to get to be a part in seeing what fine young men and women you grow up to be.
Thanks for another great year! :)
The pre-game event:
The day started off with some reflective writing time about all of the accomplishments we have made, both in the classroom and out on adventures. We shared some of our favorite lines from the journal write (with gusto of course). Each writer in the class had the chance to write and write and then to write some more over the past two weeks. We have also had the opportunity to play around with some new technology. The results of all that hard work are here for us to share on this blog.
After quite a bit of time working in class and preparing for the afternoon's performance, the class members chowed down on another awesome lunch that Callie, Jamie, Meghan, and Mia prepared; then almost all the class headed out to play ball for one last time. Ben tells me that there were lots of good times at the park.
A few of us stayed behind to get things ready for the closing ceremony. With some help from Ms. Candy at the Ed Center, the atrium area was transformed into the perfect location for our poetry reading and awards ceremony. When all of the students returned from the park after burning off a little energy, it was time for the big show.
The big event:
Confidence. Confidence is the word I think best describes this year's Write Alaska 2010 members. The team walked out onto the field, or in the case, into the ASD Ed Center with confidence. They had done their work, they had practiced their poems, and they were ready to read their pieces to the crowd that had assembled for the ceremony.
Each Write Alaska class member stepped up to the mic and knocked it out of the park. The class members cheered each other on, just as they had done on the trails for the past two weeks. The staff members sat amongst the group and just beamed, so proud of the hard work and bravery shown by each person who got up to read his or her original poetry. Even when it got hard for some people to continue reading pieces that were intensely personal and real, the audience members encouraged them with quiet smiles and a few, "come on, you can do it" comments.
We rounded out the event with an awards ceremony in which one of the positive accomplishments for each student was highlighted by an award and some words from the staff members. We also had some tasty cake and watched two videos. Both the Animoto short movie and the Channel 2 news report that featured our group fishing are linked on the blog too.
The post-game message, brought to the students by all the Write Alaska 2010! staff members:
We are so proud of the hard work that each and every student put into these past two weeks. You all, every single one of you, stood at the podium in the Anchorage School District Education Center and read your original poetry into the mic. Your pieces were creative, they were sincere, and they were amazing. Your poems had "ear sense, eye sense, and brain sense." Your words moved us, and some lines made us laugh. Most of all you believed in yourselves enough to get up in front of a large audience and take the risk to read original poetry. I believe there may have even been a tear or two from the staff members.
In the classroom, you pushed yourselves to become better writers and digital learners; out in the field, each one of you tested your own limits to learn new skills and pushed yourselves physically and mentally.
This has been another amazing year of Write Alaska. We all look forward to seeing you all throughout the upcoming school year. We want to be there to celebrate your successes (oh yes, we will be among those cheering the loudest for you at your graduations). We will also be there to remind you of your pure potential and your talents throughout the year.
This is an incredible opportunity, for both students and staff, to get to spend this much intensive, academic time together in the summer. Every second, and I mean every second, is worth it to get to be a part in seeing what fine young men and women you grow up to be.
Thanks for another great year! :)
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Day 9: South Fork Eagle River Trail
What's good everybody? This is Fulu, reporting from the middle of the pack. What a day we had. Today was quite fun, I should say. As we were walking up the trail, I noticed that Ben and Sonnet's groups were in the front, while Megan's group [my group] and Jamie's were in the back. It was kinda tiring, but it wasn't bad like the other hikes we did. When we all got up there together, we took class pictures and played games. We cracked jokes the whole time and got to relax. The hike was good exercise and a nice break from all the work we did in the classroom. It was pretty cool and the view was nice. I had fun.
Hello everybody! On Thursday July 29, 2010 our class went hiking at the South Fork of Eagle River. Basically, we all got into groups and hiked. It was actually very fun. Throughout our hike it was short and tiring, but it was worth it. It seemed like everybody had fun because I know I did. When each group met up or got together, some people played hand games, some just sat down and relaxed, and some were on the other side getting bitten by the mosquitoes, ha ha. The funny thing is I was one of them. Anyway, I liked this hike because it wasn't that bad so everybody had fun on the adventure and that was a good thing. Oh! I almost forgot what made my day more was when poor Ronnie fell down, but yet we still love her. Well! I just want to say it's me, your reporter, Tina, clocking out.
This is Justin reporting on day 9. Today we started off with some poetry, followed by lots and lots of blogging. I mean, I came in late, and I still got a lot of it done. After we finished up the blogging, we had lunch, and then we headed for the bus. When we got on the bus, we headed for Eagle River to the South Fork Trail. When we got there, we broke into six even groups, each group leaving at a different time. When the lead groups made it to a certain point, they waited for the other groups. When all of the groups were gathered together, we took a class photo. I think everyone had fun on the trail because it was a pretty steady trail and Veronica fell only once.
That's it for my report.
P.S: Ms. Sonnet's group is the best.
P.P.S: Mr. Spade's just jealous of Ms. Sonnet's group.
That's it for my report.
P.S: Ms. Sonnet's group is the best.
P.P.S: Mr. Spade's just jealous of Ms. Sonnet's group.
Day 8: Russian River
This is Faith, the love doctor, reporting live. Today was a really good day, especially because the hikers had more fun ='). Our hike was interesting because it had a story to go with it, and the story went a little something like this:
Once upon a time there was a class that went camping up by the same lake we went hiking to. There was a beautiful young lady, named Mia, and a NOT-SO-HANDSOME-MAN, named BEN. One night during the camp, they decided to sneak out and row a boat on the lake. As the story goes, these two best friends turned into lovers after that night, although this NOT-SO-HANDSOME-MAN had a girlfriend at the moment, he still thought it was okay for him to make his best friend fall in love with him… Ben totally thought he was the most handsome man on Earth='). They are now married, and they lived happily ever after.
Once upon a time there was a class that went camping up by the same lake we went hiking to. There was a beautiful young lady, named Mia, and a NOT-SO-HANDSOME-MAN, named BEN. One night during the camp, they decided to sneak out and row a boat on the lake. As the story goes, these two best friends turned into lovers after that night, although this NOT-SO-HANDSOME-MAN had a girlfriend at the moment, he still thought it was okay for him to make his best friend fall in love with him… Ben totally thought he was the most handsome man on Earth='). They are now married, and they lived happily ever after.
Hi everyone, this is Santos and I was one of the reporters for today. We started today with a good breakfast and left to the bus around 9:30. It was about a three hour ride to the final destination. Many people took advantage of the long drive and fell asleep. When we got there we got geared up and started the hike. The hike was easy, but all the stuff us fishers had to carry made it uncomfortable. When we got to the fishing ground I was hoping to catch at least one fish. We only got to fish for about 20 minutes and I didn't catch anything, neither did anybody else. I think if I had been able to fish for an hour I would have caught something. I couldn't believe that all of us had to carry all that gear for nothing, so we headed back to the bus.
Hey, I'm Josh. Today we started off slow and off schedule 'cause people didn't have fishing licenses. We stopped at Fred Meyer to get some licenses, but they didn't have any, so we went to Sportsman Warehouse. The drive out was a few hours, but it felt like forever. When we got there, we got ready and hiked to the falls. We hiked more to get to our fishing spot and only fished for like 5 minutes before we started walking back to the camp site. We cooked hot dogs and S'mores. When heading out to the fork in the trail, Ben thought the sound of the wind in the trees was the river. I knew otherwise. The hike was brutal for me because I was wearing my fishing gear. It was sad not to see a bear, but if we had seen a bear, I would have wrestled it for the fun of it. Ben bought like at least 5 cans of bear mace, which we never even got to use. Overall the day was somewhat fun, but really exhausting. THE END!!
Day 7: Crow Pass
The dog on the bus goes “woof woof, woof woof.” But Sonnet’s dog, Tangle, was a surprise alarm to make all the students on the bus get up and get to work. Oh, when I was sleeping peacefully on that bus drive to Crow Pass, I suddenly felt this breeze on my shoulder that smelled like chicken. As I got up from my sleep, I noticed Tangle, the world’s most awesome dog, was right over my head, waiting for me to give him some love. So, when I was done giving him a pat on the head, I let him sit near me on the bus, by the window. Just as soon as he sat near the window, Tangle got more excited. He started to become hyper and jump up on the window and breathe over Faith’s long hair while she was sleeping peacefully. As Tangle whined softly near me, I thought it would be nice to howl with him for a good laugh, but, little did I know, Tangle was going to go off and make a big loud HOWL sound. It was loud enough to wake up all the sleepy kids on the bus. Queen here, hiking off to another trail.Patrick here, reporting what we did on July 25. Everybody went hiking for one or two hours. We all did a great job. almost everyone made it up to the water fall, But we all know that the first group made it up furthest. Up near the waterfall there was a huge where we all sat. There was also a bunch of old mining equipment. The middle group made it up to the top of the water fall eventually. The last group didn't make it; they where only halfway there. Well, at least everyone did it. I would say it was an okay hike. It was a little hard because it was a steep mountain, but I don't think everybody liked hiking.
Hello there, this is Chelsea reporting for day 7 about my second day of hiking in Crow Pass.
Another day of hiking. I wasn't too excited about hiking, considering that we all had to walk up so many hills with heaving backpacks, uncomfortable footwear, and bugs slapping our faces. Although, it wasn't all bad. The view was beautiful, the mountain was so green, and it wasn't raining nor burning hot. Also, the walking part wasn't as hard as the first hike. We did go up a lot of hills, but thank goodness most of the trail was flat and not muddy. Everyone else seem to be having a good time. As we started to catch up with the others, I began to hear laughing, talking, and even a little bit of singing. Even I was having a good time. My back and feet where hurting, but I was all worth it because I kept seeing more and more reasons of how I believe Alaska is one of the most beautiful places in the world.
Thank you for the time of reading my report, and I hope you enjoyed the hike as well. This is Chelsea over and out. XD
Day 6: Batting Cages
Hi and welcome to "That's Entertainment!" I'm Alan.
On Monday July 24, 2010, we went to the batting cages to go make some home runs. Some people were new to the batting cages, so they started off cold. But then after a few hits, they were already on the ball, making home runs like us. Once people were getting used to it, they where stepping it up a notch from slow to too fast.
Queen was on fire because she was making home runs right and left. Cap almost got hit with a ball in the "very fast" cage. If he hadn't see that coming, he would have been French toast.
At 3:36, we headed back to the bus. Everybody was making a lot of noise. They were as loud as if there was a hurricane coming. When we got back to the ASD, Justin was there waiting for us. I guess he wasn't in the best mood, but at least we cheered him up a little because it was his birthday.
Well, that's all for today for "That's Entertainment" with Alan.
Now for Kap's report. . .
On our journey to the batting cages, I didn't know what to expect. I thought we were going to play an actual baseball game against each other on an actual field. Then I was told what it was. On the way there, classmates just conversed amongst one another, and Sione was just being conceited by taking pictures of himself (I can say that. . . that's my brother).
Some people were singing. I don't know what I was doing, but I'm pretty sure I was doing something. Sadly, I barely got to take any pictures because I was having too much fun. On the way back, my arm was sore and my wrists were hurting, but I lived. I looked back on the bus, and Sione was still taking pictures of himself.
Some people were singing. I don't know what I was doing, but I'm pretty sure I was doing something. Sadly, I barely got to take any pictures because I was having too much fun. On the way back, my arm was sore and my wrists were hurting, but I lived. I looked back on the bus, and Sione was still taking pictures of himself.
Shadow Poems
The poems you will see here are shadowed from GeorgeElla Lyon's original piece, "Where I'm From." The idea of a shadow poem is to use the original piece as an inspiration to tell a story, or in this case, tell "Where I'm From." Two students who had already had the opportunity to read and work with GeorgeElla Lyon's poem chose to work with a piece by Billy Collin's called, "On Turning Ten."
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
Tasha: "Where I'm From"
"Where I’m From"
By Tasha
Shadow Writing from George Ella Lyon Poem
I am from Alaska
From the Yupik culture
I am from the Yukon River
(Warm in the summer,
Cold in the winter)
I am from the village of Emmonak
The land of the tundra
Who’s young and curious
As everybody else
I am from the spears and the ulus
From bone and ivory
I’m from the smart and clever
And the crazy times
From the wisest
I’m from the ancestors of my parents
With a big family chain of relatives
And memories
I’m from the belly of my mom
Pius and Brenda Hoover
From the people that created me
To the world
To the people of the earth
Under the clouds and blue sky
Spilling information about me to others
A piece of me
To let the everybody know that I exist
I am from the Westside of Alaska
Clicked into my culture
Still learning and growing knowledge of my Yupik culture
"Where I'm From" Josh
I am from Napaskiak
From drama and excitement
I am from miles of playground
(Tundra, swamps, sloughs)
I am from the bluffs of the tundra
The native lands
whose tepuq I tasted
sour tasting of the stink head
I am from modern and wildlife
From fishing and cleaning
I’m from strong and mean
and nice and funny
I’m from where everyone does a part
I’m from lakes and rivers
Calm waters and strong currents
From the broken-down snow machine
to the Woolridge boat for travel
In the boat there’s a fish
Splashing waves hitting the boat
Tons of white fish
To drift down river
I am in the memories
From my cousins and uncles
Reeled in by time
(Tundra, swamps, sloughs)
I am from the bluffs of the tundra
The native lands
whose tepuq I tasted
sour tasting of the stink head
I am from modern and wildlife
From fishing and cleaning
I’m from strong and mean
and nice and funny
I’m from where everyone does a part
I’m from lakes and rivers
Calm waters and strong currents
From the broken-down snow machine
to the Woolridge boat for travel
In the boat there’s a fish
Splashing waves hitting the boat
Tons of white fish
To drift down river
I am in the memories
From my cousins and uncles
Reeled in by time
KayKay. "Shadow Poem"
Patrick "Where I Am From"
"Where I Am From"
I am from where it's always cold
from the change of weather
I am from everything must be clean
(if it's not clean, it must be done)
I am from Tae Kwon Do
where they treat me like where they are from
I am from where education must be accomplished
From Mom and Grandparents
I am from if you want something
you must find a way to get it
or ask for help
I am from the huge family
almost yearly trips to New Jersey
where family gets together
I am from Odinzoff and gathering family
thanksgiving of foods that we share
From the holiday that we celebrate
cheerful of our food and family that we
spend time with one another that we love
Where I'm From - Calvin
"I Am From"
Inspired by George Ella Lyon's "Where I'm From"
As I tell you where I am from
up northwest where the ice cold snow
falls so soft it doesn’t melt.
The snow grows as far I can remember
I’m from summer camp,
packing clothes, on the boat
Setting up the fishing net
Untangled, tangled, ready for fish
Sitting in the middle of nowhere
With close friends and cousins,
Hunting for food, for caribou.
We caught four and took them home
The boat ride home I saw a lot of nature
A polar bear on the ice reminds me
Of my grandpa, the baleen drawing of
A polar bear catching a seal catching a fish.
I am from my grandpa and grandma
From the village in the middle of nowhere
I’m from the Whaling Captain’s daughter
And the school board’s son
I am from the whale and the snow
I am the hope.
"Where I am From" by Chris
"I Am From…"
By: Chris
I’m from being broken, beat, and scarred
From broken hearts to shattered dreams
I am from happiness to depression
From trustworthy to betrayal
From worst to horrible in my early teen years.
I am from video games to playgrounds
From the streets of Anchorage to the small walls of the house
To new beginnings and sad departures
From favorite teachers to despicable substitutes
I am from keep-out-of-trouble and mind-your-own-business
To grow up and learn on your own
I am from a little obnoxious kid to a ghost of a teenager
From being expected to be all I can be to
By: Chris
I’m from being broken, beat, and scarred
From broken hearts to shattered dreams
I am from happiness to depression
From trustworthy to betrayal
From worst to horrible in my early teen years.
I am from video games to playgrounds
From the streets of Anchorage to the small walls of the house
To new beginnings and sad departures
From favorite teachers to despicable substitutes
I am from keep-out-of-trouble and mind-your-own-business
To grow up and learn on your own
I am from a little obnoxious kid to a ghost of a teenager
From being expected to be all I can be to
don’t even bother trying.
I am from new hope to early love
From having a bright future to a cruel believing
From being blinded by love to seeing a horrible creature
I am from horrible scary movies to crazy twisted actors
I am from memorizing love to false kindness
From being told what to do to
I am from new hope to early love
From having a bright future to a cruel believing
From being blinded by love to seeing a horrible creature
I am from horrible scary movies to crazy twisted actors
I am from memorizing love to false kindness
From being told what to do to
not caring for a thing in the world
From being happy for what I have to
From being happy for what I have to
wishing for a greater life.
Shadow Poem Fulu
“Where I’m From” by Fulu Mua
Inspired by George Ella Lyon
I am from Anchorage, Alaska
From Muldoon and Turpin to Boniface and Debarr
I am the big family
[huge,loud,quiet]
like drums at sanctuary
I am from church
The holy place
Where you know everybody
I am from fried chicken and fishing
From the Muaz family
I’m from the respect-your-elders
And the things we learn from right to wrong
I’m from the family who play sports
From the football field
And playing cricket
Different sizes playing games
I’m from Alaska and Seattle
Ice cream and Chinese food
From the dad who works hard
To the boys who follow in his foot steps
From the mom who spoils kids
To the girls who want to be good mothers
In my brain is a collection of memories
Telling me good and bad things
Inspired by George Ella Lyon
I am from Anchorage, Alaska
From Muldoon and Turpin to Boniface and Debarr
I am the big family
[huge,loud,quiet]
like drums at sanctuary
I am from church
The holy place
Where you know everybody
I am from fried chicken and fishing
From the Muaz family
I’m from the respect-your-elders
And the things we learn from right to wrong
I’m from the family who play sports
From the football field
And playing cricket
Different sizes playing games
I’m from Alaska and Seattle
Ice cream and Chinese food
From the dad who works hard
To the boys who follow in his foot steps
From the mom who spoils kids
To the girls who want to be good mothers
In my brain is a collection of memories
Telling me good and bad things
About family members who are gone
I am from a proud family
Raised to be the respectful man I am today.
I am from a proud family
Raised to be the respectful man I am today.
Alan "Where I'm From"
Shadow write"
Inspired by George Ella Lyon“where I’m from”
I am from (907)
from gossip and rumors
I am from the wild
(as strong and crazy as a lion )
I am from Hispanic parents where only positivity is in our bloods
I am from the north
but in my heart and in my blood I am from the south
I am from the hot and the spicy
from the Caribbean Ocean to the Pacific on each side
I am from the hard workers to the class clown
from the tropical beaches all the way to the icy beaches
I am from the Asemblea de Dios
with a Bible in my right and my salvation in the left
I’m from a place where education is important
from where mom has to be the dad and herself
my family is as a dime
not the penny or the nickel or even the quarter
I have accomplished all my goals from the past
and as I start my list again
I will always remember who I am and that I can achieve my goals.
Inspired by George Ella Lyon“where I’m from”
I am from (907)
from gossip and rumors
I am from the wild
(as strong and crazy as a lion )
I am from Hispanic parents where only positivity is in our bloods
I am from the north
but in my heart and in my blood I am from the south
I am from the hot and the spicy
from the Caribbean Ocean to the Pacific on each side
I am from the hard workers to the class clown
from the tropical beaches all the way to the icy beaches
I am from the Asemblea de Dios
with a Bible in my right and my salvation in the left
I’m from a place where education is important
from where mom has to be the dad and herself
my family is as a dime
not the penny or the nickel or even the quarter
I have accomplished all my goals from the past
and as I start my list again
I will always remember who I am and that I can achieve my goals.
Chelsea "Where I'm From"
“Where I’m From”
By Chelsea
I am from a house full of random relatives
Unexpected visiting
Full chairs and loud air
pots of food that were full
then eaten away
to nothing but crumbs in seconds
Kitchen and living rooms become dirty
from little curious hands
or lack of cleanliness
I’m from a house with two different cultures
Two different types of food
Two different lives
taking care of me
My father, from an island
Hot with dark faces
Green in every sight
and air so fresh, so clean
My mother, from a village
Cold with peach faces
Snow or sand everywhere
and air so cool, so refreshing
I am from a large family
Not many by blood
But much with care and love
From warmth and sensitivity
Not perfect and not full understanding
but enough patience and time
for an eternal loving family
By Chelsea
I am from a house full of random relatives
Unexpected visiting
Full chairs and loud air
pots of food that were full
then eaten away
to nothing but crumbs in seconds
Kitchen and living rooms become dirty
from little curious hands
or lack of cleanliness
I’m from a house with two different cultures
Two different types of food
Two different lives
taking care of me
My father, from an island
Hot with dark faces
Green in every sight
and air so fresh, so clean
My mother, from a village
Cold with peach faces
Snow or sand everywhere
and air so cool, so refreshing
I am from a large family
Not many by blood
But much with care and love
From warmth and sensitivity
Not perfect and not full understanding
but enough patience and time
for an eternal loving family
Sione's Shadow Poem
"Where I'm From"
Inspired by George Ella Lyon
I am from X-Box 360's
From swimming pools and movies
From houses with tv's, instead of old wookies
(Star Wars)
From theaters not operas, with Chewey's not corn
With guns and bullets, not crossbows and swords
With doors to open, not covers to lift
The music where I'm from is from Taylor Swift
I'm from the big and the small
the short and the tall
There's ten of them, and I love them all
It's big and it's white
It's dark and it's light
I'll love this house, even after it falls
I like the house, and I'll miss the noise
But I won't like or miss the kids crying for their toys
The grass in the back, I'll miss the lawn
I never missed anything until it was gone
Inspired by George Ella Lyon
I am from X-Box 360's
From swimming pools and movies
From houses with tv's, instead of old wookies
(Star Wars)
From theaters not operas, with Chewey's not corn
With guns and bullets, not crossbows and swords
With doors to open, not covers to lift
The music where I'm from is from Taylor Swift
I'm from the big and the small
the short and the tall
There's ten of them, and I love them all
It's big and it's white
It's dark and it's light
I'll love this house, even after it falls
I like the house, and I'll miss the noise
But I won't like or miss the kids crying for their toys
The grass in the back, I'll miss the lawn
I never missed anything until it was gone
Julia "Where I'm From"
Julia
“Shadow Write”
Inspired by George Ella Lyon’s “Where I’m From”
I am from the Hawaiian Island
Where palm trees are swaying like my hips on stage
I am from the ocean
Where the sun begins to set beneath the blue sea
(Waves, flowing through my ears while I swim)
I am from a singing family
Where they gather together and harmonize
singing along with the birds in the trees.
I am from the palm trees
From Leituala and Faumuina
I am from the rocks on the mountains
covered with light green grass
From the street lights in Kalihi
to the roar in the ocean from Sand Island
With the sound of peace
and silence around me.
I’m from Kalihi and Waia’nae
Where people walk, talk, and get to know one another
Surfing along with the tight waves
While the wind blows into my face
I am from my mother's kind
Who isn’t shy to show her pride
I am who I am.
“Shadow Write”
Inspired by George Ella Lyon’s “Where I’m From”
I am from the Hawaiian Island
Where palm trees are swaying like my hips on stage
I am from the ocean
Where the sun begins to set beneath the blue sea
(Waves, flowing through my ears while I swim)
I am from a singing family
Where they gather together and harmonize
singing along with the birds in the trees.
I am from the palm trees
From Leituala and Faumuina
I am from the rocks on the mountains
covered with light green grass
From the street lights in Kalihi
to the roar in the ocean from Sand Island
With the sound of peace
and silence around me.
I’m from Kalihi and Waia’nae
Where people walk, talk, and get to know one another
Surfing along with the tight waves
While the wind blows into my face
I am from my mother's kind
Who isn’t shy to show her pride
I am who I am.
Roxanne: Shadow Poem
Roxanne
Shadow Poem
Inspired by George Ella Lyon’s “Where I’m From”
I am from a book,
From beds and lamps.
I am from the grass,
(Green, smelling
sweet after a fresh rain.)
I am from the unkempt flowers,
The pathway to the door,
Whose bricks I laid myself.
I am from chocolate and good books,
from Bernice and Richard
I am from the strict
And the warm-hearted,
From the sit-down and be-quiet.
I am from the pews and the setting of a Catholic Church,
seen only three times a year.
I am from Anchorage and My Mother Theresa,
Chicken and Lemonade.
From the eye my mother almost lost
because of an accident caused by her younger sister,
To the broken arm of my baby sister.
On the walls are my family pictures,
a capture of time paused, but past.
Inspired by George Ella Lyon’s “Where I’m From”
I am from a book,
From beds and lamps.
I am from the grass,
(Green, smelling
sweet after a fresh rain.)
I am from the unkempt flowers,
The pathway to the door,
Whose bricks I laid myself.
I am from chocolate and good books,
from Bernice and Richard
I am from the strict
And the warm-hearted,
From the sit-down and be-quiet.
I am from the pews and the setting of a Catholic Church,
seen only three times a year.
I am from Anchorage and My Mother Theresa,
Chicken and Lemonade.
From the eye my mother almost lost
because of an accident caused by her younger sister,
To the broken arm of my baby sister.
On the walls are my family pictures,
a capture of time paused, but past.
"Where I'm From" by Orlando
Where I'm From"
Inspired by George Ella Lyon's "Where I'm From"
from the chickens, pigs, and the coconut trees.
I am the water shore and the mountain hill
(green, bright, smelling the fresh breeze)
I am from the berry bush
the sweet taste
whose open shower up in the hills
as rain falls down in the night
I am from vitamins and stomachaches
from fruits and eating
I'm from the two-faced-crowds
and the laughed-out-louds
from the discipline to the yellings
I'm from the true gospel
with the deacons, teachers, and the priests
and the law of health to keep
I'm from the Atonios and the MacDonalds
cooked pig and cava
from the party that overthrows all parties
to the enjoyments of it all
in my history, parties are for
First birthdays,
welcomes
to goodbyes
and those moments where
we get together to celebrate
before we leave.
Tai's shadow poem
“Where I am From” by Sailitai
Inspired by George Ella Lyon
I am from the beautiful mountains and trees that grow all around me,
from the gleaming hot sun to nice cool air that blows,
I am from the fire that makes me sad,
(everything is now gone,
everything is now bad)
I from a neighborhood of hate and sorrow
where everyone thinks of themselves.
I am from “pa'pa” and the hard branch of the tree,
from people who think Family First,
I am from the make-it-happen
and the make-it-right
I am from the book that tells me how to pray,
from my right hand on it to swear to do good.
I am from Pago village community
the cool and nice air takes me back to that time,
from the cut on my brother’s arm
made by the iron metal,
to the box they carried him in,
so he can rest for years to come.
I am from His teaching that was brought down to me,
from my talent and understandings,
to the people that need help understanding it,
I am no longer in the neighborhood of hate and sorrow,
I am in neighborhood of forgive and forget
Inspired by George Ella Lyon
I am from the beautiful mountains and trees that grow all around me,
from the gleaming hot sun to nice cool air that blows,
I am from the fire that makes me sad,
(everything is now gone,
everything is now bad)
I from a neighborhood of hate and sorrow
where everyone thinks of themselves.
I am from “pa'pa” and the hard branch of the tree,
from people who think Family First,
I am from the make-it-happen
and the make-it-right
I am from the book that tells me how to pray,
from my right hand on it to swear to do good.
I am from Pago village community
the cool and nice air takes me back to that time,
from the cut on my brother’s arm
made by the iron metal,
to the box they carried him in,
so he can rest for years to come.
I am from His teaching that was brought down to me,
from my talent and understandings,
to the people that need help understanding it,
I am no longer in the neighborhood of hate and sorrow,
I am in neighborhood of forgive and forget
"Where I'm From" by Santos
"Where I'm From"
Inspired by GeorgeElla Lyon's "Where I'm From"
I am Santos
I am from the land of the low riders
the land that doesn’t sleep day or night
(parties)
but I left that so long ago
without a decision to stay or go
I am in 907 now which I hope to leave some day
I am from hard work and the party seekers
I am from the waking up early in the morning
and working all day in the field
to the staying up all night
and being wild
from the direct and the serious words of my mom
to having a few minutes fun conversation with my dad
I am from a big family tree that is spread all the over West Coast
I am going to be the first in my family to graduate
I can’t wait to leave school so I won’t have to deal with another
poem
Justin - "Where I'm From"
"Where I Am From"
By Justin a shadow poem from George Ella Lyon
I am from light and darkness,
from windows and mirrors.
I am from the sand on the beach
and the water in the ocean.
I am from the pick-me-ups
to the let-downs.
from the judges and jury
to the punishers.
I am from the wise man
and from the warrior
From Leon and Nita.
I am from mangoes and bamboo
trees. (Firm yet flexible
sweet yet bitter.)
I am from the lessons my uncle
taught and the life he lived.
From the life my aunt lives now
(misguided and unsure)
I am not from the black
and the white, but
the many shades of gray.
I am from these nouns to
make this rough draft.
(Always editing never finished.)
By Justin a shadow poem from George Ella Lyon
I am from light and darkness,
from windows and mirrors.
I am from the sand on the beach
and the water in the ocean.
I am from the pick-me-ups
to the let-downs.
from the judges and jury
to the punishers.
I am from the wise man
and from the warrior
From Leon and Nita.
I am from mangoes and bamboo
trees. (Firm yet flexible
sweet yet bitter.)
I am from the lessons my uncle
taught and the life he lived.
From the life my aunt lives now
(misguided and unsure)
I am not from the black
and the white, but
the many shades of gray.
I am from these nouns to
make this rough draft.
(Always editing never finished.)
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