Madison Poet Laureate Fabu
Children poets at Lincoln
I Am
by Ms. Angie Hall

I am the color of a not quite ripe
strawberry
I am the sound of a blind tornado
tearing through life
with love and passion
I am the scent of coffee on the run
hairspray, lavender and baby powder
I am the feel of hot baths or cold showers
I am the dream of happy active children
learning to love, accept, share
I am Ms. Hall, Angela
mother teacher sister daughter girl woman
friend
I am
Me.

I Am
by CeCe

I am the color of French toast
with cinnamon
and just a touch of ice cream
I am the sound of grandma
laying in her bed with children
yelling, children crying
I am the touch
of a banana strawberry milkshake
melting slowly
on a hot summer day
I am the sight
of a nice looking rose
with a bee inside
resting beside her baby
that’s me.

The Leaf
by Corey

The leaf appears in the cold, white night
the waterfalls going down
the cold winds crying
daddy, daddy…
the trees say swoosh swoosh
the cold winds are like
cradles in the sky
the other leaves say
let’s go play!
those leaves go off
the daddy leaf goes off
in this deadly hop
when this happens
there is hope
for the dead.

Champions
by Desmond

Golden Strength
Sweat and Muscle
WWE and ME....
= Hardcore Champs!

I Am
by Fred

I am the color of ripe peaches
I am the smell of spring strawberries
I am happy because of a funny boy
and his friend
laughing
I am the taste
of
cake.

I Am
by Jenna

I am the color
of mixed ice cream, vanilla and chocolate
I am the sound of a calm ocean
I am the smell of strawberry lip-gloss
I am the feel of hugs and kisses
I am the taste of a banana split
I am the dream
of love.
Angie Hall is a teacher at Lincoln Elementary who carried poetry inside her.  Her poetic
creativity has gushed all over her room and into her students.  She writes on her board, “heart
stomping words” and “poetry shines a spotlight on the soul” which welcomes you into a
classroom of wonder.  All of these young poets have lines that demand attention and
appreciation.  I have chosen lines that spoke to me.

CeCe:  I am the sight of a nice looking rose, with a bee inside, resting beside her baby…
Cory:  This poet uses images and sounds that touch my heart with …the cold winds crying
Daddy Daddy and the Daddy leaf goes off.
Desmond:  He really is a champion.  I believe that what children face today yet manage to
come to school and learn, make them the true champions.
Fred:  I am the taste of cake.
Jenna:  I am the feel of hugs and kisses, I am the dream of love.
Jorge:  I am the feel of a turtle, and I imagine that a boy’s skin feels like a turtle too.
Katrina:  Katrinabinabalorinasweetypiebabygirlhunnybunnysnulypoo is what her Daddy calls
her in this poem
Kennedy:  The Batista fan.
Kiara:  She is serious about poetry and her haiku is searing.
Lucas:  I am the taste of candy.
Tiara:  …I am the sound of loudness and heartbreaking…
TT:  writing about a baby and maybe also about herself.
I Am
by Jorge

I am the color of a yellow banana
I am the sound of a rock
sitting in the dirt
I am the smell of a cool pool
I am the feel of a turtle
I am the dream of a hyper child
I Am
Jorge Saiz
I am ME!

I Am (and what people call me)
by Katrina

People call me all sorts of things
My Mom calls me Tina
and Ms. Marble
My Dad calls me
A LONG NAME
I love it
Katrinabinabalorinasweetypiebabygirlhunnybunnysnulypoo
My older brother calls me
Beans
My friend calls me
Cheans
As I’ve said, people call me lots of things
no one can take that
from
me.

Batista the King
by Kennedy

Batista the King
Batista, King of Danger
Batista, the Beast.

Haiku
by Kiara

The sun shines on me
making me hot, feels like fire
super star spotlight.

I Am
by Lucas
I am the color of a strawberry peach shake
the sound of a funny boy laughing
I am the smell of hot chocolate
I am the taste of candy.

I Am Tiara
by Tiara

I am me
and me is the color of caramel
with just a splash of black
I’m the sound of loudness
and heartbreaking
I am a girl who loves her family
I am the smell of peaches
and perfume
I’m called Tiara
TeTe
T
Lilmama
I am ME.

Untitled
(written in response to seeing a photo of a mother monkey
holding her baby monkey)
by T.T.

Scared, frightened, hiding monkey
cuddling
looking at Mama holding baby.

This is from a former student of Ms. Hall.  Ms. Hall kept the poem and still
promotes the poetry of those students who have moved on to high school.

Dear God
by Jamorne Anderson

Dear God,
I know it has been hard trying to take care of all the people in the world.  Just
one more time God, wake me up in the morning.  Thank you for all the things
that you do for me, but now it is time for me to do something for you.  I am
going
to write a dong for you.  Here is goes

God is my hero.  He saves my life everyday.
He is like a hawk sitting in a tree,
watching over everything he sees.
He forgives all my sins
and I want to thank him for that,
for all the things that he did for me
and you.
You should thank him too.
Now this is the end of my song.
Thank you.
Fabu( (center, front row) with her Lincoln poets: First row (l-r)
Lucas Modahl, Tiara Smith, Teriana Vance, Fred Batson;
Second row (l-r) Cory Ball, Desmond Ward, Kiara Calmese,
Kennedy Harris, Jorge Saiz, Ciana Looper-Thomas; with
teacher Angela Hall at the back.