About the Author
HI! My name is Sol Markman (but you can call me Dr. S. Watermelon!). I LOVE watermelon and my favorite color is sky blue. I’m 10 years old, and I’m in 4th grade. I have the BEST teacher EVER!!!(Mrs. Zmurko). I have a younger brother, my dad comes from Israel, and my mom comes from Korea. I was born in Springfield, Massachusetts. I play soccer, softball, and I love to oil paint. If you don’t know me, I can be kinda shy, but once you get to know me I’m a smiley (and kinda funny) person. Hope you enjoy my book!
Watermelon tastes good!!! JJJJJJJJJ
Lonely Wait
Sol Markman
Inspired by the song
“The Long and Winding Road”
You left me waiting here,
I have nowhere to go,
Life means nothing anymore.
I made a mistake,
I regret what I have done.
Please forgive me,
Let me return.
Give me a place to call home
I can’t stand being all alone.
Reveal the path
Show me the way
Let me return.
Let It Go
Sol Markman
Inspired by the song
Do You Realize
Good things fly by,
You can’t hold on so don’t try
Let it go,
Go with the flow.
Move on with life,
Before life slips away.
It stings like the strike of a knife,
It happens suddenly in a day.
Don’t keep the burden in you,
Let it out through your tears.
You know that they knew
How much you’ve loved them in the past years.
So let it go,
Go with the flow.
Sol Markman
Blues Poem
My heels tap tappin’
On the smooth dance floor,
My fingers snap snappin’
Can’t stand still anymore.
My arms whirling,
Body swirling,
Can’t stop twirling
On that smooth dance floor.
Triolet
By Sol Markman
My Brain is always thinking,
It never goes to sleep.
In thoughts it is sinking,
My brain is always thinking,
Memories linking.
It’s my very own to keep.
My brain is always thinking,
It never goes to sleep.
Express yourself with colorful personality
Or play the guitar your way.
Make it 100% originality!
Express yourself with colorful personality
It doesn’t have to be reality
You can mold it out of clay.
Express yourself with colorful personality
Or play the guitar your way!
By Sol Markman
Sonnet #1
Inspired by the picture “American Landscape”
Whenever I walk past that street,
I see the factory that never stops
Never sleeps or takes a comforting seat.
The huge machines dig into the hilltops
Out of the smokestack comes the thick black smoke,
Polluting the fresh air and our own lungs.
Loading the train, shovels going poke, poke,
Workers working to feed their children’s tongues.
The white snow covered over with dirt piles,
Chug chug, dig dig, puff puff, poke poke, rush rush.
As I continue walking a few miles,
The sounds echo in my ears, they won’t flush.
When I take another walk tomorrow,
My heart empties from all of its sorrows.
Spice Pumpkin
Sol Markman
Pantoum
Reminder of fall!
Cinnamon! Cinnamon!
Apple cider to all!
Smell of spice pumpkin.
I’m about to bite in…
The scent flowing by my nose,
Breathe it in and out.
The strong smell overflows!
Cinnamon tickles the puppy’s snout,
Breathe it in and out.
Syrup and cinnamon on French toast!
Cinnamon tickles the puppy’s snout,
The pie is ready, almost!
Warm up by the fire place,
Wrap up in the fluffy shawl.
The apple pie is done cooking!
Reminder of fall!
Villanelle
By Sol Markman
Mysterious thingy…
Smooth to the touch.
It didn’t sting me,
Different hands wore the edges so much.
It was a cylinder,
Mysterious thingy…
Write with the smooth rubbery edge.
That familiar feel…
It didn’t sting me.
Is it purple or teal?
The paper wrapped around it,
Mysterious thingy…
The edge is jagged,
From the years it was used.
It didn’t sting me,
I think it’s a crayon…
Oh yes, that’s it!
Mysterious thingy…
It didn’t sting me!
Which Flavor Will It Be?
Sol Markman
I close my eyes and pop it into my mouth.
Chew, chew, chew, swallow.
I let the taste linger on my tongue.
The jelly belly is not hollow,
It is filled with taste!
Mmmm…maybe it’s coconut toothpaste!
It can’t be cherry,
No, it’s not berry!
It’s kinda coconut-y…
It’s chocolate’s best buddy!
Finally I get to see…
Which flavor will it be?
I open my eyes and take a peek,
Oh! It’s Pina Colada!
Memories
By Sol Markman
A poem for two voices
Inspired by the song “A Day Without Rain”
Gliding Gliding
Softly
Gently Light as a feather Light as a feather
on the smooth surface on the smooth surface
of the water of the water
Flying Flying
Soaring
Floating
Hair flowing behind her Hair flowing behind her
Running Running
Galloping
Free
Gracefully Gracefully Like a butterfly Like a butterfly
Silver memories
Golden memories
We remember We remember