About Hands on Stanzas

Hands on Stanzas, the educational outreach program of the Poetry Center of Chicago places professional, teaching Poets in residence at Chicago Public Schools across the city. Poets teach the reading, discussion, and writing of poetry to 3 classes over the course of 20 classroom visits, typically from October through April. Students improve their reading, writing, and public speaking skills, and participating teachers report improved motivation and academic confidence. You can contact Cassie Sparkman, Director of the Hands on Stanzas program, by phone: 312.629.1665 or by email: csparkman(at)poetrycenter.org for more information.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

February 8

Mr Stasiak

[From my bed I see a pet over]

by Jorge S.

From my bed I see a pet over
there looking for food and shelter it needs to
survive and live. I help him and
from my head I think he is good.



Mysterious
by Edgar T.

From my bed I see my dog barking at the wind.

From my head I think of it as my friend.

I think of my soul to make it last.



[from my bed I see. . . dark clouds]

by Kashmere J.

from my bed I see. . . dark clouds
out my window
from my head I think it is a warning
for people to stay close.


Ms. Mays


[From my bed I see. . . somebody come]
Jonathan A.

From my bed I see. . . somebody come
from the hall.
From my head
somebody.
I think of “friend” to make it last.


[From my bed I see my]

by Alex S.

From my bed I see my
Campi, Sertha.

From my head I see a kangaroo jumping.

I think of room to make it last.


[from my bed I see my tv and]

by Pablo R.

from my bed I see my tv and
my brother sleeping by me

from my head I see a wall and my
hair on top of me.

I think of me playing a game to make
it last.


Ms. Jaurigue

Waterfall

by Alberto R.

From my bed I see my turtles
filter.

From my head I see a cup pouring
water.

I think of a waterfall.


From My Bed I See the Games

by Antonio R.

From my bed I see
the game on my
bed.

From my head I
see all the various
games fallen from
my bed.

I think of my
favorite game playing
all day down
in my universe.


Snow

by Celena B.

From my bed I see snow.

From my head I see snow from
my window that looks like sparkles.

I think of snow to play in
for life.

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