Monday, April 26, 2010

sTori

Assignment: Write an extended metaphor

Mirror Image
I look over the lake at dawn
And see the sun’s reflection as smooth as glass
On the mirror of a lake I see my reflection
And all the happy memories that lived here
But that was a lifetime ago
And now my children and their children will have memories
On this lake of glass

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Bonne Fete

The girls (and boy) spent the day at
Fox Hollow Farms
for Angelique (PAK PAK) and Lucas' (Cuca's) birthday.


Monday, April 19, 2010

sTori

Favorites

They are the cries in the middle of the night
They are the screams at breakfast
The laughs in the clubhouse
The fists that tug at my hair
They are loud squeals of joy on birthdays
They are the hands that pull me towards toys
They are fun loving creatures
The ones who laugh, cry, scream and play with me
They are the ones I love the most
They are my sisters

(Tori's writing assignment: A Litany (poem with a repeating phrase)

Sunday, April 18, 2010

A Day at the Park

The (older) Puoci Girls spent a day at the park with Dad and Nonna on a sunny Seattle day.



Part Two


Monday, April 12, 2010

sTori

6th graders were shown a bust of Poseidon and told to write a paragraph. Here's Tori's.

Poseidon

Poseidon is the Greek god of the sea whose invigorating features strike terror in those who gaze upon him. For this and many other powers, the Greeks both feared and worshiped him. His beard flows like waves in violent storms. It ripples and swells, creeping up his face where it mixes with his locks of flowing hair. The great god’s eyes hint at his power, reflective yet disappointed at the same time. They beckon us to ask him a question about his past, only to trigger anger and hate inside him. Poseidon’s chipped head shows the knowledge that comes with age, and from being worn down by the elements, creates a powerful air around him. This immortal’s brown, wood like skin shows warmth and kindness behind his darkest features. The lines on his face are like battle scars from long ago. In them, we read his turbulent story, one of victory and defeat, joy and sorrow. The thin grim line that is his mouth tells nothing of his past, but only of a long future for those who have basked in his glory. Poseidon is truly a great god.