We were studying metaphors this week and I had the students think up 5 metaphors and write a short freestyle poem with one of them. These two I really liked, for different reasons:

The roses flew
with the wind in the field
and I was thrown to the ground.
Then a rose asked me
"What happened friend?"
And I responded
"My heart got broken
and my spirit flew up."
Omri U.

I love the expression. There are still a few things to smooth out, but for a trilingual 5th grader still figuring out some of the language kinks, I was impressed.

Friends are few.
Enemies are a lot...
but I still believe in friendship.
Some are gold,
others are trash
Don´t choose them in a rush.
Santiago S.

Sage advice from such a young guy. I hope he can believe in friendship his whole life through!