Carol is hosting the Roundup this week at Carol’s Corner.
It’s that time of year in my sixth grade classroom…we’re thinking about the journey we’ve made, the ways in which we have grown, and “where we’re from”. George Ella Lyon’s Where I’m From has always been the perfect template for an end of the year poetry project.
Here’s my version:
Where We’re From
We’re from 202 and Smithlings,
from comfy chairs and study lunch.
From quiet reading times to
who we are and who we are
We’re from learning tools and learning rules
(of work hard, be kind, “turn it in”
and “be on time.”)
We’re from projects and writing,
from gallery walks and turn and talks.
From Reading Journals to “unpacking poetry” –
discovering ourselves through words
and what they can mean.
We’re from our sixth grade year –
from learning and sharing and
thinking, and imagining.
We’re from book clubs and Rice Krispie treats
from Red Kayak to The Boy in the Striped Pajamas.
We’re from books, books, books,
and talk, talk, talk.
From laughter and jokes,
and “do you have questions, comments, complaints?”
We’re from the Slice of Life sifting through our daily moments,
from stories we wrote and lives we shared.
We’re from “Sentence Smackdown” to Wonderopolis,
from genre studies to writing celebrations,
from things we loved doing,
and things we learned to (kinda) love.
We’re from “Smith is the name,
and teaching’s the game” to
“Goodbye, be well and SCRAM!”
We’re from worrying about lockers and lunch,
to wondering about who we are, and the people
we want to be.
We’re from friendship and forgiveness,
From being true and being kind.
We’re from a classroom family,
together for just a year.
From a time of making lasting memories,
so many of which make us smile.
In our room there will always be our pictures,
snapshots of all the moments
we’ve shared together.
We are from those moments,
even now…when we will say for one last time:
“Goodbye, and be well….please come back to visit!”
And, more importantly, here are some of my kids’ poems:
Another year has come to pass…more memories to count to wards where we’re all from.