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Poetry Friday

Poetry Friday

I lay my hand on his back, gently hush him, telling him everything is all right . . . when really my life is torn raw and your fading whomp, whomp, whomp is the sound of war far away, yet so close.
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“I like READING!”

“I like READING!”

EM, in her summer between kindergarten and first grade, full of gift-excitement, stops just in front of me, "It's for you, Gramma."
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September

September

The air is dry, scented with fading lavender and blooming peppermint that line my walkway.
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This Is a Test

This Is a Test

Three very loud blasts, like a blaring horn, shattered the quiet with a suddenness that makes you panic. I felt a strange tension run through me for a moment.
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Spring

Spring

Sacredness surrounds me in the wonder of creation my heart praises God.
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Filled with Song

Filled with Song

I marvel that they sing such songs in this their darkest night. Such joy, peace, love -- they give to all of us in their songs.
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Poetry-Picture Matching

Poetry-Picture Matching

This post, inspired by primary teachers who joined me during the workshops, is a recap one of the activities we did, an activity to build background knowledge, introduce rich vocabulary, and provide descriptive models during our discussion about prewriting ... using poetry.
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Pink Snow

Pink Snow

#SOL19 Tuesdays. Sometimes the petals float down in a soft shower, drifting on a spring breeze. It is such a lovely sight.
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Sparks

Sparks

#PoetryFriday Under the falling darkness as day fades and night engulfs I think of light and warmth. The campfire pulls me in . . .
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Madness in March

Madness in March

#SOLC19 No. 31. As she blended a smoothie, Grandma cautioned "Pays to pay attention, or caged birds eatin' seeds is what you'uns'll be."
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Indifference

Indifference

#SOLC19 No. 29 and #PoetryFriday "The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference." -Elie Wiesel
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The Bike Ride

The Bike Ride

#SOLC19 No. 28 I was sitting tall on my bike trying to catch the full effect of the air moving over my body, hoping it would offer some relief to the heat. I rode deliberately under the low branches of oaks, mulberries, and pecans that lined our streets.
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