I am...

My cute, little students amaze me every day.  Since we started our poetry unit, they've been amazing me even more than usual .  I just give them an outline and they produce something like this:

I am an author

I wonder what to write next

I hear the mouse clicking

I see my story on the screen

I want to make it better

I am an author

I feel the rectangular keyboard

I touch the keys

I worry my story won't be good enough

I cry when it dosen't sound right

I am an author

I understand that it won't be perfect

I say "I can do it!"

I dream of my books in "Barnes & Noble"

I am an author

This one almost made me cry:

I am a solder's wife

I wonder if he will come back

I hear gunshots from miles away

I see people getting shot

I want him to meet our new daughter

I am very sad

I feel like my daughter needs her daddy

I touch and pinch myself to make sure im not dreaming

I worry that he will die

I cry when I touch our wedding pictures

I am very emotional

I understand that he wants to fight for our country

I tell my daughter that daddy is on a long trip

I dream of all of us in one small family

I am a solder's wife

Amazing.

Especially when you consider these were written by nine-year-olds.