The Sensing Feelings Poem

One of our poems was a project where we were supposed to take a feeling and correlate it to each of the five commonly accepted human senses, and a color. I don’t know why I wrote upset in connection with dark blue, since dark blue is actually a wonderful color. I’m not sure what I would rewrite it as in retrospect, though, so I’m just going to give you the original work from my 9-year old self. Enjoy! (Or don’t, since this is supposed to make you think about being upset.)

Upset
If upset was a color,
It would be as dark blue as the deepest parts of the ocean.
If upset was a taste,
It would be as sour as eating an entire jar of sauerkraut at once.
If upset could be seen,
It would be me in a dark room surrounded by homework.
If upset was a smell,
It would reek like rotten eggs.
If upset was a sound,
It would rumble like thunder.
If upset was a color,
It would be dark blue.
Upset
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Crabs in Fall?

Since I have 2 really short poems on hand, I’ve decided to just put them both in the same post. The problem is, they’re almost entirely unrelated, hence the title of this week’s insanity. Introducing crabs and autumn leaves, in that order! (In case you couldn’t tell by the completely different topics of the poems.)

Crab
Hard, mean
Scuttling, pinching, hiding
Attempting to pinch you
Crustacean

Leaves
Dry, pretty
Falling, crackling, crunching
Trees, ground, wax, collection
Blowing, fluttering, twirling
Red, orange
Foliage

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“Green”

Heads up, I’ll be following last week’s fourth grade poem theme for a few weeks to come. Sorry in advance. Anyhow, we were told to choose a color and write a bunch of similes about it, and for some inexplicable reason I chose green instead of blue, even though I’m reasonably sure blue was still my favorite color back then (as opposed to now, since I don’t have a favorite color anymore, though I generally prefer blues and greens – big shock there).


Green
Green is the celery Mom is cutting for a stir fry dinner.
Green is the grass on a summer day..
Green is a tree swaying in a spring storm
Green is the money I collect in my allowance
Green is a bitter lime tickling my tongue.
Green is the Jell-O jiggling in a clear plastic bowl.
Green is a turtle trying to cross the road.
Green is the steamed broccoli on my ceramic plate.
Green is a saguaro cactus protecting its hidden fruit.
Green is the Grinch stealing the best Christmas.
Green is a striped shirt camouflaging into the grass.
Green is the envy you feel when your best friend gets $50 for Christmas.
Green
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“My Mind Is Like A Cheetah”

I’ve been sorting through old Google Docs of mine and found a rather large collection of poems that I wrote for fourth grade. I thought it might be fun to share some of those with you. The first of these and the one I want to share today is titled “My Mind Is Like A Cheetah.”

My mind is like a cheetah
speeding to find the correct answers.
My hands are like minions
doing all of my work for me.
My eyes are observant as lizards.
My feet are like my chauffeurs
taking me everywhere I need to go.
My heart holds my creativity
which is tie-dye as the rainbow.
I live in books
and eat the words.

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English Perspective on German Bombs

My grandad grew up in England and was there for World War II. After showing me The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe for the first time, Mom emailed him to ask for some information on the bombings. This was his reply.

“Here are some comments on German bombing during World War II.

“Where I lived in the north of England, we had no serious bombing. There were plenty of bigger targets, much closer to Germany or the French airports from which they sent their planes. One night a plane dropped a lot of fire bombs, but they all fell in the playing field of a girls’ high school about four blocks from our home. We suspect that a plane returning from a raid on Newcastle, a much bigger town to our north, wanted to get rid of its load.

“London was the biggest target, and from the beginning of September 1940, an average of 200 planes a night bombed London every night for two months. Bombing continued after that but not so regularly and on a smaller scale.

“Many children were evacuated to small towns and villages in the west of England, which were safe because there was no point in bombing them. A lot of these children did not see their parents for three or four years!

“Since most of the bombing was at night, many people slept in bomb shelters, and also in the stations of the London Underground railway after it closed down for the night.

“I moved to London five years after the war, and I lived and worked in the East End, which was the area most heavily damaged. I worked near the docks, which were an obvious target. In that area whole blocks of houses had been wiped off the map, and when they rebuilt after the war, they sometimes relocated the streets and gave them new names. Other streets of brick houses would have many gaps, with perhaps half the houses gone.

“The German plan was simply to try to make London uninhabitable, but they did not succeed. It was a matter of luck what was hit and what wasn’t. The House of Commons was badly damaged, but Westminster Abbey, just across the street, was untouched. Fire bombs fell on the roof of St. Paul’s Cathedral, but the firewatchers were able to put them out before they did much damage.

“Air attacks on London declined when the Germans invaded Russia and were also heavily involved in fighting in North Africa. But in June, 1944, just after the allied invasion in the north of France, a new kind of attack came. The Germans launched flying bombs (the V1), which were pilotless and had jet engines set to fly just the distance to reach the London area and then turn off and fall to the ground. Over the next few months they sent several thousand of them, and there was no telling where they would land. My older brother was a member of an anti-aircraft battery stationed on the south-east coast, whose job was to try to shoot them down before they crossed the coast.

“Three months later they began sending asupersonic rockets (the V2), which flew in a very high arch and arrived without warning. Again, since the aiming could only be approximate, the target was London. Their range was about 200 miles. They sent about 1,300 in the seven months from then until March 1945, when we were able to eliminate the last launching sites.”

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