“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.”
Poem for Grandma
Like cookies
need milk,
and boo-boos
need hugs…
September
The air is dry, scented with fading lavender and blooming peppermint that line my walkway.
Instructions to a Tree
I wonder, would my poem have been celebrated in the classroom or would it have been set aside because I failed to follow directions explicitly?
The Sea Calls Me
There are times when I must go to the sea. This past week was one of those times.
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.
Spring
Sacredness surrounds me
in the wonder of creation
my heart praises God.
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.
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.
I Have a Reason
Words were swelling out of my spirit like a mighty sword . . .
Strangest Story
You must accept
or reject the story.
I Was a Child
I was a child on that day / sitting on the shoulders of my uncle / part of a great multitude
Pink Snow
#SOL19 Tuesdays.
Sometimes the petals float down in a soft shower, drifting on a spring breeze. It is such a lovely sight.
Sparks
#PoetryFriday
Under the falling darkness
as day fades and night engulfs
I think of light and warmth.
The campfire pulls me in . . .
Appreciation
#SOL19 #190402.
Not all appreciation is expressed with a “thank you.”
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.”
A Smoothie
#SOLC19 No. 30
He looked at his glass with sadness.
Indifference
#SOLC19 No. 29 and #PoetryFriday
“The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference.” -Elie Wiesel
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.
The Old Pear Tree
#SOLC19 No. 27
During the last days of summer, the days that are dry and hot without a breath of a breeze, a sweet fruity aroma hovers over our yard. It is the smell of autumn. Of pears ripening.
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