Show Vs. Tell
By: Sam Mitchell
I have an owner
She plays a sport
My best friends are socks
And I’m forced to run around
The court
What am I?
Show Vs. Tell
By: Dante Belandres
I can be heard from far away. My sounds are as beautiful as
flowers in the sunset. I can be played. Sometimes I need to be tuned. Sometimes my strings break to wrong
tuning. I’m loud and long. I have many strings. I’m happy to be any color and can play any
song.
What am I?
Show Vs. Tell
By: Brendan Motley
Tick Tock Tick Tock
Time goes on and on every second, every hour. I am the most valuable thing to know and
have. I change and have different looks.
Tick Tock Tick Tock
I get the time of day.
My sound is like a heart-beat. As the time hits twelve, you know very well, I will always be there to let you know.
Tick Tock Tick Tock
Show Vs. Tell
By: Terry Harris
I am actually the thing known for first discovering
gravity. But, I’m just a thing, a thing that can’t talk or walk. I’m just a
delicious treat. Oh wait . . . here
comes someone! I’ve got an idea! I’m going to fall on this guy’s head - Doink . . . Eureka! I just helped discover
gravity.
What am I?
Show Vs. Tell
By: Sam Armstrong
I am the life of the beaches.
I can go very swiftly, or I can just float.
I’m taken over and under big, blue, splashes of water and I,
myself, can be very colorful.
My master takes very good care of me.
What am I?
Show Vs. Tell
By: Kenyan Fizer
I’m soft and comfy
Watch out don’t bump me
Cotton or cushiony
My arms sit silly
Relax - chillax
Come on lean back
My back is flat
My legs are the . . .
Wait slow down
Splat, you’re on your stomache
Chillin
Just bumming
Sleeping with your body
In my arms.
Show Vs. Tell
By: Tamera Lapore
A feat of thought and imagination
Shining through the
windowsill of eyes that see through it
Flip through life
All of it in a hard covering,
protecting the creativity waiting to be made
Hiding from eyes unworthy
Silver skinned and lead centered
Lines heading to nowhere
Words unspoken, yet said
Show Vs. Tell
By: Angelo Diaz
It’s delicious and sweet
It sometimes grows on a tree
My sister likes to drink it and my family likes to eat it
It’s my favorite color
My mom likes to grow it
Show Vs. Tell
By: Hailey Kerlin
I am full of junk or joy
I am the passage way of news or blues
I may be slower to receive things than your phone or
computer
But, it’s sweeter to find a happy package inside me
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