Being Invisible

Fourth graders read Maureen Tolman Flannery's "Shape-Shifter," writing wonderful poems using the simile, one setting, and in the meantime, hiding.

Park
by Eduardo G.

I can hide in the grass
It is impossible to see me
I can be the sky
Nobody knows
Only my family
For example my granny
I can be as bright as the sun
But nobody knows
But sometimes I'm sad
and my dad gets me glad
Somebody calls my dad mister
and that is my sister

My shadow is me
by Loren S.

I am invisible in my shadows
my shadows suck me into a mirror
and my shadow pretends to be me and
I am locked forever in a box I get out
of the box I get into my shadow
when I walk by I have no more shadows

by Geissel

I have a friend and sometimes
we meet and greet each
other without a word.

We walk through a field
and stalk a bird and chew
a blade of pungent grass.

Invisible
by Kevin-Conrad D.

Being invisible stinks
No one can see you
I love being seen
It's like you're free
Everyone can see you when you're
not invisible
It's like going to a new class
It's like you're different from
everyone
They think you're a monster
But when you get to
know that a friend's at
my side
You don't feel invisible

When my sister was gone
by Matthew A.

I was playing hide-and-seek. My sister was
bleak as a ghost. She hid in a closet and
was invisible as an iguana. I looked everywhere
except the closet and I was puzzled like
a monkey. I was giving up and was ready
to surrender like a knight squished by
a dragon. I was bored like a turtle and
watched TV. My sister showed up and
was angry as a lion.