The First Week
by the second day
we were writing poems
drawing a red
heart
in the center
of the first clean
notebook page
mining our topics
no rhyme
not yet
our dreams and fears
our memories
our sadness
this is our beginning
our trying to become
a family of sorts
we'll celebrate
the victories
and get on each
other's last nerve
our year is newly
cracked open
pale and white
stretching out
like a year
waiting for the
prose
of the days
to follow
we were writing poems
drawing a red
heart
in the center
of the first clean
notebook page
mining our topics
no rhyme
not yet
our dreams and fears
our memories
our sadness
this is our beginning
our trying to become
a family of sorts
we'll celebrate
the victories
and get on each
other's last nerve
our year is newly
cracked open
pale and white
stretching out
like a year
waiting for the
prose
of the days
to follow
posted by Emily at 6:44 PM
6 Comments:
Have fun with your new class- hope a great year is in store with lots of victories and successes.
i love the heart-mapping.
a certain girl read me her "crush" poem...
sigh.
they are growing up.
I can't wait to see what develops this year...what a great way to begin the new year...and how lucky are those kids to have someone who seeks to mine for the gold that lies within!
wow - it doesn't seem like you have nearly as much summer as I do. How long are you off before school starts up again?
Welcome back! I've missed coming to your blog because I always feel better after stopping by. (Love the last stanza.)
Good luck with the new class. Can't wait to read about it!
So hopeful! This poem brings memories to mind of new binders and crisp white, lined paper, the smell of new erasers...
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