I am...

During writing last week we read Water Dance by Thomas Locker.



Locker takes the reader through the water cycle by having water tell its story. The 'I' in the story is water. Here is an example from the text...

"In the shadows of the mountain,
I am still and deep.
I fill
and overflow.

I am the lake."

After discussing Thomas' work, students wrote their own "I am..." stories.

Students shared their writing with partners in the class.







Several partners thought their partner's writing was blog worthy. Here are some of the "I am..." selections by authors in Room 205...

Author: Number 22

I am a tree. My branches stretch to the sky. My leaves are bright green. I am the mighty maple tree. I am the tree of Spring.

Author: Number 26

The sun rises, and I'm tall. I see everyone. People come to remodel me on the outside, and I look down. I see everyone looking up and saying, "Wow! That's a tall building!" I am the Sears Tower.

Author: Number 14

I am a small jewel of the eye. I'm small and hard. I am a seedling.

When water drops splash me, I awake. The bright sun shines in my eyes. I am a small sprouting stem.

I am asleep. I don't awake because I am closed. The sun does not reach me. I am not ready. I am the flower bulb.

I feel ready to burst. But I don't feel ready. But I must open to see the world before me. Suddenly I see sun. I feel the carbon dioxide flowing within me. I see the evergreen land right before me. I suddenly hear strange things. I am frightened. I feel something poking my roots. It's a small metal thing. I am being lifted high in the sky. And I see I am leaving. When I awake the evergreen land is nowhere to be found. The dirt is strange, not feeling so fertile. It feels like hard clay. I feel a bee carrying part of me somewhere else. These things do not feed me. There is only sun.

Author: Number 7

I am a little brown jewel, and sometimes I am bigger. I am a seed.

I am a little green sprout, and when water hits me, I grow taller. I am a stem.

I am a tall stem with a bulb on the top. When I open up I will flourish nicely. I am in the middle of a flower.

I am starting to open up, and my colors are very nice and bright. I am a flower.

I am a little bee that brings some juice to other flowers that help them grow. I am pollen.

Thank you Room 205 Authors for doing such a lovely job! If you would like to comment about our writing, please feel free to do so! We appreciate any positive comments or constructive criticism!