Poems from the 2008 Chamber Music & Poetry Workshop by Mr. Browder’s 4th Grade Class, Memminger Elementary School
It sounds like a cave with thunder in here and dark. It sounds like a rainy box. Pianos and violins sometimes sound like drums playing. Lights flashing. It sounds like sweet music or like someone running. It sounds like wind blowing It feels like a high pitched voice of gospel It seems like it is repeating like they’re exercising. -Daquan Bahar
I am someone sneaking somewhere. I am a cat about to catch a mouse. I am a carnival. Oh anger is coming. Here come the pirates, so very happy. -Akila Bolton
I am the cello you play. I am the white boot you wear. I am the audience that laughs. I am the beautiful sound the cello makes. I am the stairs. I am the drum. I am the small violin. I am the rope that you jump with. I am the hand you write with. I am the playground. I am the rays of sun. - Quantella Brown
I am the people who play the instruments. I am the notes that they play. I am the bassoon. I am the bassoon that sounds like a king lion. I am the French horn. I am the French horn that sounds like a monster. - Day’Quan Forrest
I am big. I am an instrument with a top lifted. I am white and black toes. I am a piano. -Steven Harrison
Swirvy colors like blue and green twirling in the sky. The audience is like a cave with light. It sounds like jolly old Santa. Colors are white and blue. The audience is like crickets. -Elani Payne
I am a lady at a funeral. I am crying because the lady is my mother. I am the strings of a violin. I am crying my heart out. I can’t believe she is gone. I am proud to say I am. I am I am I am I am I am I am. -Cynthia Perry
I am a theatre big and red. I am a bird with no wings. I am the splashing waves. I am the jumping monkeys. I am the fast moving mouse. - Tyqueela Robinson
It sounds like an earthquake. It makes me want to cry. It reminds me about fruit I used to eat. It makes me want to breathe. -Tre’von White