Memories of Me
By: Ben
Table of Contents: Memories . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 The Classroom . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 The Brain . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3 Homework . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 4 The Book . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 5 My Toy Car . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 6 Fishin’ With Grandpa . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 7 Grandma’s Garden . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 8 Poems . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 9 Memories of Me . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 10
I’m in the living room Flipping through thick photo albums Alone Memories flutter off the pages Like little butterflies First comes my first trip I can barely walk Through the streets of Venice But yet in one picture I’m sipping wine I flip the page Now we are in central America Sitting by a stream Next to the cave I had just “discovered” With a monkey in the tree above me But now I spend most of my time Doing homework Or studying for tests that are 15% of my grade My grade That’s what everyone looks at It determines your future Grades Grades Grades.
The Classroom Every day at school. We have English class with Mrs. Bost In the room With the circle of wooden tables And the cluttered desk at the front of the room And the costumes And the huge bookshelf And the pencils littering the floor
Yesterday Mrs. Bost said We were going to write poems Poems? Someone said Boring old poems? Mrs. Bost said No poem is boring You will see
She let each of us choose three poems From a book Mine was long With lots of words
Mrs. Bost asked us To study the poem Study the poem? Yes, Mrs. Bost said Study it for as long As you want Then write one poem
Only one? Yes, only one Mrs. Bost said Write one every day You will see Every poem is different.
The Brain In school we are learning about the brain It made me laugh to picture Us learning with what we are learning about I pictured oozing grey goop And couldn’t get it out of my head Our teacher tried to explain Why we need the brain But I don’t think it sunk in Then we had to label one Everything in the right places And color it With a color key But I kept thinking about that Oozing Grey Matter And I drew dripping brains on my tests Homework And everything else Until the brain Was all my brain Could think of.
Homework I’m feeling very proud of myself I can finish this project By 11 or 12 o’clock Most people had given up But I kept on working Kept going Until I had finally finished The words are getting jumbled I’m probably just suffering from Homework Fatigue My project will finally be Completely Finished Which is a surprise to most As my work ethic is horrible And I hardly ever do a good job So I’m surprised when I paste the last word on I’m finally Done.
The Book
Swish- Swish Swish- Swish Pages flipping As I read, read, read With the snow falling outside Twisting through the words Darting past exclamation points Then hitting the next sentence Swish- Swish Swish- Swish Crisp pages bending Eyes balancing on every letter Tripping, then tumbling to the next letter Swish- Swish Swish- Swish Connecting letters into words Words into sentences Sentences into paragraphs Swish- Swish Swish- Swish Eyes flick to the period And with that movement The book ends Swish- Swish Pages flutter to the table Upon each other Flipping and tumbling The cover closes And with that the book ends
I was just playing with it My friend says I snatch my toy car away Right out of his hands I just wanted to drive it I feel bad about my Ferrari Driven to death Down the stairs Over And over And over again Until his axle bent And his hood cracked The red paint chipped And the tinted windows shattered And I know this small toy car Will never Ever Drive Again But yet I know That I will remember driving it With every part intact I will remember this car Forever.
Grandpa and I stare at the thing Blue and oily It stares straight back at us Pleading to be let back To the blue gray ocean water We just stare It’s eyes are full of terror Life is at stake Life, life, life We lift it My grandpa and I We debate what to do with it Of course my grandpa, Loving seafood wants to eat it But I feel we should let it go And so we do Its heart speeds up Blood pumps to its tail And its away Away Away Fishin’ with Grandpa Away Into the stormy Blue grey Sea.
G R A N D M A
Today we visited Grandma’s house All of the family, Together It is not like our house It is smaller As it only needs space for one lady But this one lady Has enough personality For ten people She has a huge garden That she takes care of every single day Everyone who stops at her house Notices the garden She has so many cookies That if you ate them all You would explode Her bubbly personality Makes her very fun to be with And best of all‌ She lives next to a lake All the things you can do with a nice lake Swim Fish Picnic My grandma Is one of the best Most awesome Incredible Active people I know
On the days when we have English class Mrs. Bost shows us how to use Gerunds Adjectives Appositives Predicate nominatives And so much more I have written pieces With each of them And I don’t like any of them But still we learn them Then we get to choose our Favorite ones They are hung All around the room Writing Writing Writing Everywhere You could be anywhere In the room and see writing Writing writing
I do not know How I a baby Became me I do not remember that past Not being able to walk Drooling Or even before that Laying on my hospital bed The monster of a baby Oozing off the sides And throwing my toys out of my basket Just to go pick them up again How did this alien child Become me Now I can walk And I don’t drool And I’m not super fat Now I can catch and throw And run I’m three times the size I used to be.
I will always remember the time When grandma came all the way From California To lonely old Virginia To see us One day she came over to me And she asked “What do you want” And I told her That I wanted an electric scooter And so we were going to buy it But my mom walked in at the Wrong time And stopped her But you get the idea My grandma is The most generous person I’ve ever met.