Poetry Magic
Kendia put a Kick Me post-it
on Tia, Teya hit Kendia
after dance because
Kendia told her she had a
beady head, Tia called
Teya "ugly face"
this scrappy little trio
is always alternating
between love and hate,
all of them reading below grade level
all of them frustrated learners to some degree
carting around a dictionary sized
book of sad stories
and so it came to be
when asked to choose
their favorite poem
they picked three
one each
adding hand claps
dance moves
beats
and a ribbon standing in
as a jump rope
maybe they should
open the United Nations
with a poem
that everyone chants together
they can take turns
thinking who makes
up the beat
and who holds the jump rope
it might just work
Labels: teaching
4 Comments:
sigh...
interesting mix, those three.
i just realized that i missed seeing tia when i came to visit!
i can't wait to hear how everyone is doing!
we have GOT to get together next week.
i mean it.
i will stalk you.
sit on your stoop.
leave notes on your windshield.
wait for you after school...
oh my LORD what a GREAT photo!!! and a great story to go with it! this made my day. you have a rich life here, emily... thanks for enriching ours as well. big hugs, snowsparkle
imagine a jump roping UN! great image you've created with words and also your photograph. i love reading these little snippets from the school day.
The irony lies in Kendia's dream - to be a minister. (She gave me a crucifix made of clothes pins when I left.) I miss those two and can't imagine Tia growing up - she loved to be the baby. Does Kelly keep a blog? I'd love to see what's up with the boys! Hang in there, they will let you change them.
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