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When the mountain laughs, maybe it’s time to trek down a bit, blisters and aches. It’s easier going where you’ve already been. The snow’s no more shallow, no less in your face; the sun’s glare, no less blinding. But the holes you trampled on your first go up remain to guide you. So get yourself [...]
“All in the Downs the fleet was moor’d, The streamers waving in the wind, When black-eyed Susan came aboard; ‘O! where shall I my true-love find? Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true If my sweet William sails among the crew.” ~”Black-eyed Susan” by John Gay
Branch out, stretch and grow. But don’t forget where your roots are. They’re heavy at first, those roots, holding you back, weighing you down when you’re thin and wispy, when you just want to soar. One day, though, that same heavy will seem security, anchor, bedrock, your wisp thickened and hard, your soar stunted and [...]
This morning, I put the final touches on our Poetry Garden. It’s outside my classroom and is full of flowers that my students decorated with Spring haiku (for the most part). We’ve gotten lots of compliments so far, and it definitely raised my rainy-day spirits. :) Here are some closeups: And here’s my haiku: Tiny [...]
I have tons of these little pictures that I printed from a website, laminated, and cut up. They’re of all kinds of things: people, famous and not; animals; objects; places. I asked students to pick one that appealed to them. First, they described it. Then, they responded to it creatively by telling the story behind [...]
I used to avoid rhyme in my poems like cliché. :D Not anymore. photo credit: jay~dee With a Thousand Smiles I sat staring through the window: The cars and trucks raced past, beyond the still, familiar, near: the bush, the trees, the grass. Just then, I saw a butterfly that made me think of you. [...]
