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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.

Saturday, February 9, 2008

Chicago Poems

This week, we read a section of Carl Sandburg's poem, "Chicago" and talked about personfication. Students then wrote their own poems about Chicago:

Seasons of My City
by Aliyah L.

Sometimes cold,
Sometimes hot
Sometimes warm, &
Sometimes okay.

White blanket covers the ground
as cold wind approaches
keeping all the heat to himself
Making sure we layer his blanket
in order
Making sure nobody is able to
move blocking the way with
his sharp teeth.

When it's hot he struts his
stuff
Moving the blanket and
becoming topless
taking a vacation throwing
water everywhere
making the blanket melt
partying all the time.

Chicago in the Summer
by Myleena J.

Chicago in the summer is
hot
Heat dancing on your body,
and hitting you in the face
lots of killing along with
fights because of the parties
people go to.
Going to the beach and
everywhere else no telling
what people may do.
The sun's always smiling with
her glasses on more expensive
than some people's clothes.
Chicago in the summer is
always the best but if you're
not from here you'll never
know.

Chicago (Heartless and Cold Blooded)
by Wade F.

Heartless as a body snatcher
cold and alone.

A homeless person walking
the streets with no place to
call home.

Gusting wind, bitter cold
fills the frosty air. An elegant
millionare, who looks down with a sneer.

Chicago
by Kairah G.

Gun sounds shooting
in the air
men on every corner
fist fighting
winds howling left and
right blowing you off
your feet.
Smoke covering the air and
skies
Garbage flying south
for winter
Children laughing as the
day goes by.

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