by Alice Nine | A9 Journal, In My Classroom, Literacy |
Poetry Friday. Chinook The scent of salmon lingers. Creek waters ripple over smooth stones. Cedar and moss fill the air. At dusk, near water’s edge, bears feast. While snow covers the ground, eggs wait in nesting pockets. Winter turns to spring and in gravelly...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday. Poets paint with words Words form images my eyes can’t see breathe my thoughts to life and nourish my soul Words sing tunes I’ve not learned dance strange rhythms in my feet and pierce ignorance with light Words wrap ’round me like a...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday. Today… I sat at my desk wond’ring What happened to spring? Winter claimed a late fling And… Just when I thought spring had arrived, with a bling summer came on its wing Or has it? -Alice Nine . I have been...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday. Before you read my poem “Araminta,” I must tell you the amazing story of my characters’ names . . . I needed a name. In fact, I needed two names. Not just any names. One had to begin with the sound /n/ and have three syllables. The...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday I’m so glad you stop by to join me and the #PoetryFriday community with Robyn Hood Black over at Life on the Deckle Edge to wish a Happy Birthday to Lee Bennett Hopkins — award-winning children’s author, poet, anthologist, and editor, and a...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday * Celebrate This Week I am celebrating National Poetry Month by reading poetry, writing poetry, and reflecting on poetry. Reading Poetry. Each morning this past week I’ve opened my screen to read a poem by Amy Ludwig VanDerwater at The Poem Farm...
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