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Publish "Little Toy Friends" poems here!
If you've used the "Little Toy Friends" poetry prompt at the WritingFix Website-- (mentor text = The Dumb Soldier by Robert Louis Stevenson.)
Click here to access this freely shared lesson!
--and you have up to three edited student samples to share with us, you can post them by copying and pasting them from your computer into our "Reply to This" box below; you may also add samples by adding them as uploaded attachments (like Word documents) to the box below.
Very Important: Please only share your students' first names and grade level with us when you post. Do not post last names or school names, or the posts will be deleted.
Twenty-five Teachers every semester will win a free classroom resource! Each semester, we choose 25 new students to publish at our online lessons directly at the world-famous WritingFix website. To have your students' writing considered, it can be posted below in the box underneath this posting. In November and May, we will select the 25 students whose writing impressed us the most, and if your student(s) is selected, you will be asked to choose from any of the NNWP Print Publications (http://www.unr.edu/educ/nnwp/publications.html) for us to send to your classroom.
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TALE OF A TONKA TRUCK
By Chance
On a bright, hot afternoon,
On a crowded ocean shore,
Played a little boy in the muck
And a yellow Tonka truck.
He’d never let it go,
He’d never throw it out.
But somehow he forgot the thing
He could never live without.
There it was,
Just sitting there
Half buried in the mud
Hearing sounds of waves and gulls
And laughing kids all day.
It saw boats on the ocean,
Kids swimming,
Gulls flying.
It saw some crabs
And everyone playing
In the hot sun.
It smelled the salty water
And good food from the local shop.
The wonderful sights and smells
Just never seemed to stop.
It felt the waves
Gently pushing against it,
The hot sun shining down.
The cold mud holding it still.
It felt happy, being here
Around these happy people
And being in such a nice place
Though it missed the boy
And his joyful smiling face. -
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The Lost iPod
by Jack Grade 7
The iPod rests in the junkyard,
Atop a big mound of garbage,
Thrown out by accident in a big stack of paper.
On top of that heap of garbage it has seen the many pickers,
Looking for buried treasure.
It has seen the line of tired bulldozers, dump trucks, and
Backhoes, waiting to move some more trash.
On top of that heap of garbage it has tasted
The rest of the junk, on which the iPod leans,
And the dew that comes almost every morning.
On top of that heap of garbage it has heard
The clunking of the back loader engine.
It has heard the crumpling of cars in the car crusher,
and the passing of cars on the highway.
On top of that heap of garbage it has smelled
The scent of worn-out tires.
The smell of old toys molding.
It has smelled the aroma of corroding antiques.
On top of that heap of garbage it feels lonely and forgotten.
It feels rusty, tired, and cramped,
Just wanting to play one more song. -
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