Behold the wonder and majesty of the Barrel of Monkeys Story Archive! Here you can read over 10 years worth of stories written by children that Barrel of Monkeys have performed for the public. It's been a magical journey.
Poems!
By Jackson M., 4th Grade, Loyola Park
Poems Songs That's Weird, Grandma Other Venues Wilmette 2008
Exciting to the extreme!
Xylophones are beautiful!
Cats purr!
Loving and caring!
Awesome and amazing!
Magnificently crazy!
Acrostic poems rock!
Tis the season to be jolly!
I am loving!
Optimistic and cheerful!
Never unhappy!
By Kayla C, West Pullman Park Words at Play Program
Poems That's Weird, Grandma
What is your life? What is your style?
What is your name? What is your favorite color?
What is your house? What is your home?
What are you? Who are you? Where do you come from?
What is your life?
By Alisha, Douglas Park Words@Play Program
Poems That's Weird, Grandma
Ode to my house
Ode to my cat
Ode to my dog
Ode to my car
Ode to my window
Ode to my friend
Ode to my Brother
Ode to my Mom
Ode to my Dad
Ode to my Cousin
Ode to my Grandma
Ode to my family
Ode to Miss Elaine
By Emily G., Rutherford Sayre Words@Play Program
Poems Songs That's Weird, Grandma
Oh, Hoodies,
I feel at home in you.
You provide me with protection from cameras
Making me mysterious
Helping me stand in corners awkwardly.
You let me fit in with Darius, Blake, and Matthew.
When I wear your comforting hood
I don’t have to do anything to my hair
I love you my hoodie. You are so not lame.
By Beth C. , Rutherford Sayre Words@Play Program
Poems Songs That's Weird, Grandma
Peace lives in my eyes
They allow me to see what
good and beautiful things
there are in the world
I see the leaves on the trees
I see the smiles on people’s faces
I see my friends laughing
My eyes allow me to see
the bad things in the world
I see people living on the streets
I see people fighting
I see people crying
Peace lives in my hands
My pencil hits the paper
I let out all my anger
I write how I feel
My hands allow me to feel
I can touch
I can create.