I am From…

I am from the trampoline and pool in my backyard,

from bright colored canvases and flocks of flowers.

I am from the spacious living room,

and the smell of fresh baked goodies.

I am from the dandelions that I wish upon in the spring.

From the big oak tree whose long limbs cascade through the sky,

protecting our home.

I’m from ‘Find the Pickle’ and beach vacations.

From my parents and brothers.

I’m from fancy birthday dinners and The Nutcracker,

and from Paper Bear presents.

I’m from “Don’t do that!” And “Sorry!”.

I’m from the heart of Texas and European roots,

from Shepard’s Pie and mugs of savory soup.

From an array of memories,

hanging on my wall.

I am from a loving family that will be there forever.

Name That…You!

My name is Chloe. The origin of the name is Greek and means young green vegetation or what my mom said, blooming flowers. My parents chose that name because my mom always liked my name, because my mom had a perfume named Chloé, my mom liked an actress whose daughter was named Chloe. I think my name fits me because I love nature and I feel like Chloe is a name that fits a blonde girl-like me!

One Of My Favorite Poets

One of my favorite poets as a kid was Shel Silverstein. I would like his creative and ridiculous poems and read all of his books in the library. Here are a few of his poems:


There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.


Oh, I’m being eaten
By a boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
I’m being eaten by a boa constrictor,
And I don’t like it–one bit.
Well, what do you know?
It’s nibblin’ my toe.
Oh, gee,
It’s up to my knee.
Oh my,
It’s up to my thigh.
Oh, fiddle,
It’s up to my middle.
Oh, heck,
It’s up to my neck.
Oh, dread,
It’s upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff . . .


‘I cannot go to school today, ‘
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
‘I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox
And there’s one more-that’s seventeen,
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut-my eyes are blue-
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke-
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is-what?
What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is…Saturday?
G’bye, I’m going out to play! ‘

The Little Mermaid

By Vivi P. and Chloe M.

Under the sea
In the kingdom of Atlantica
Among the fish lived the mermaid Ariel
Below the crashing waves she spotted a boat.
Aboard the boat was the handsome prince

From far away she dreamed of having legs
Until the storm came through
Down the boat went
In the waves the prince struggled to stay afloat
Beside him Ariel took him to shore

But Ariel could not be with him
With her mermaid tail
The little mermaid

The Pit

Are you excited for the Westlake football game?!? The pit is a private place where only my school and our neighboring middle school can get in. The pit is on the end of the field blocking off the the field by plastic bars. There are concession stands within the pit and after the game, we get to run onto the field. GO CHAPS!