3rd Grade Sound Project: Sharing Original Poetry
3rd Grade Sound Project: Sharing Original Poetry

3rd Grade Sound Project: Sharing Original Poetry

As a part of the 3rd Grade Sound Project, a cross-disciplinary exploration incorporating the study of sound, music, art, and creative writing, students built a unique found object instrument, composed and performed original music with their instrument, and brought to life a story surrounding a theme of their choosing. They also wrote original poetry to perform before their performance pieces that helped set the scene of their stories.

Here are their spoken poetry works:


“Crazy Cooks”

Sound Project Group: Yara, Delia, Josh, and Emma

Poem by Yara and Emma

Pans and pots
Leading drops
Sweeping mops
Sweeping up some tater tots

Plates and bowls
Lots of holes
Water leaking from the bowls
Who knew there were so much holes So we had to paste the bowl

Spoons and forks Chopping pork Making more
For our customers

“Kitchen”
Sound Project Group: Ryker, David, Lily and Soraya

Poem by David

Knifes near the spoons
Ice in the freezer
Time on the wall
Cloth on the table
House kitchen
Eggs in the carton
Nuts in the box

Poem by Soraya

Knife cutting objects
Ice blending in an ice machine
Cutting board smacking down on a counter
Hot toast burning in a toaster
Electric mixer blending fruit
Napkins getting slipped off a table
Dishwasher making a difference on a dish

“Ocean/Coral Reef ”
Sound Project Group: Addie, Greta, Ethan and Oliver

Poem by Greta

Gentle waves hit the shore
Beach balls splash the water
Mermaid fins whip the wind
As they dive down under
Coral reefs and colorful fish
Blur by in a flash

The speckled rays of the sun
Penetrate the waves
The mermaids swim in the deep blue
Talking with their friends
The ocean is a magical place
Take from me for you will know
When you see the sparkling blue waters

Poem by Oliver

I am a ocean
I am part of all the waves
There are a bunch of surfers
I am in everything in the ocean

Poem by Ethan

I am a shark biting off a surfer’s head
I feel bad for the surfer
Sometimes I have to eat food
The water is glowing from the reflection of the sun
Soon it will be another day

I go down to the coral reef
The stars in the sky are shinning
I see a shooting star
I make a wish
And if I tell you it won’t be a secret

“Camping”
Sound Project Group: Tyler, Emery, Martin and Alicia

Poem by Alicia and Emery

Cold air all around us
Animals roaming around
Marshmallows on the fire
Playing in the river
Inside a cave there is a bear
Night time in the camp
Go light the fire
I want a marshmallow

“Haunted Mansion”
Sound Project Group: Imani, Lyla, Maya, Evan and Quinn

Poem by Maya

Witches and ghost moving through corridors
Humans getting spooked and scared
Guards banging against the doors

Poem by Imani

Care for your loved ones, while they’re alive
Rest in peace
Eternity
Exile
Peace after you’re dead
Yeah, you’re dead

Poem by Quinn

Boiling a creepy brew
Loving to celebrate alone
Ahhhh, I’m gonna get outta here
Cook mealworms, mosquitos in your brew
Kill the trespassers if you see them passing by

“Runaway Cats” 
Sound Project Group: Sonia, Anatta, Brady and Cindy

Poem by Brady

Cats in cages
Reading pages
Runaway cats
Followed by bats
Very young in age
The smell of sage
Helped by wolves
Without bowls
Back to their owner at last
Very fast

“Rock Band” 
Sound Project Group: Tess, Will & Xander

Poem by Tess

Rock band is our theme
And a rock band is our dream
Our rock band is the best
Better than the rest

“Helicopter”
Sound Project Group: Emerson, Estelle, Jane, and Jack

Poem by Emerson

High in the sky
Ever so loud propellor
I love to fly
Copters go high
Oh wow!
Propellers spin
Top of the clouds
Everyone shouts
Remember our fly in the sky

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  1. I am a grandparent of Greta Taylor and also an artist working with different mediums. I want you to know how much I appreciate the latitude you give the students to explore and do their own thing and in return opening the eyes of others to see there is a whole world out there at their disposal if they choose to use it. In regards to Greta’s poem, even as a tiny little girl, she would step to the edge of the shoreline and stare. She would stand there not moving or saying anything, just taking it all in. I love the way she expressed herself. The others have done a great job as well and I enjoyed reading there thoughts too.

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