Friday, March 24, 2017

Poem Pep Talks & A Poetry Peek



My Pencil Case and Current Notebook
Photo by Amy LV



Students - I have been out of my normal writing routine.  Some good family things, and a big and different writing project have pulled me away from my notebook. These things have been good.....but oh, how I have missed my notebook.  I feel like I have been missing part of me.

So when I began writing this morning, I really did need to give myself a pep talk.  I wrote and wrote to myself about how much better I feel when I am writing regularly, and how much easier it is to write when writing is a habit.  Good habits help with living, yet sometimes I let my habits go.  Then, I must happily chase them down again.  That's what today looks like.

As way led onto way in this morning's notebook writing, my pep talk became a poem.  I thought I was writing it for you.  But if I am honest, I will tell you that I wrote it for you...and for me.  The words in this poem are true for me.  I hope that it will give me courage when I think to myself, "I don't know if I can find a writing idea today."  And I hope it might help you too.  Just begin.

We all have struggles in life, and sometimes writing a pep talk or a pep talk poem can lift a person up.  You might choose to write a pep talk or a pep talk poem for a friend or a family member...or for yourself.   The way we speak to each other and ourselves changes our thinking.  So writing to ourselves in positive ways matters and makes a difference.

And now...a Poetry Peek!  Today I could not be happier to welcome second grade teacher and author Mary Anne Sacco from P.S. 290, The Manhattan New School in New York City.  Mary Anne is author, with Karen Ruzzo, of a book I love, SIGNIFICANT STUDIES FOR SECOND GRADE, a book that I know helped inspire my own EVERY DAY BIRDS.  



The Cozy Writing Home of Our Grade 2 Poets
Photo by Mary Anne Sacco


by Mary Anne Sacco 

This winter’s second snow day in NYC was announced the day before it occurred. I perused The Poem Farm, as  I do often, when looking for some mentor poetry to use with my second graders.  Even though the first day of Spring was only a week away, on this Snow Day Eve, we found ourselves reading aloud John Rocco’s BLIZZARD.


We read these two poems from Amy. 




That evening the students had these poems in their home learning packet as mentors to help them write their own snow day poems.

It’s March and we have been using poetry in our home learning packets and in class since the beginning of the year. I also immersed the kids in a short December poetry genre study.  We focused on list poems and poems of address.  The most powerful teaching came from studying a few mentor poems. And these young writers are still holding those lessons with them. The slashes in some of these poems you'll read indicate the places where the students are planning their line breaks. 

My students love poetry and many of them choose writing a poem as a home learning choice to share with the class or a family member.  

Here are a few poetry writing tips from my students.

A Tip from Gillian

Tips from Serena and Georgia


Here are some Poetry Hands.

Poetry Hands Write
Photo by Mary Anne Sacco


Poetry Hands Make Books
Photo by Mary Anne Sacco


And here are some poems students wrote for snow day home learning.

by Olivia


by Conor


by Shiloh


by Georgia


by Aidan


by Caitlin

Some of these students' winter poems, as well as their spring poems, will soon be included in home learning packets too.

Thank you so much to Mary Anne and these poets for joining us today, during the first week of spring!  We can write about any weather at any time of year...and now as we totter between winter and spring, we thank you for these celebrations of snow.

Please allow me, too, to share a beautiful book about snow days.  If you do not yet own BEFORE MORNING, by poet Joyce Sidman, do not miss this enchanting work of art.


To honor today's poets, I will offer a giveaway of Joyce's book, to be sent to a commenter on today's post.  I'll draw names next Thursday, March 30...and will announce the winner next Friday as I host the Poetry Friday, Poetry Month Eve festivities and share my April Poetry Project.  (If you think your class might like to play along this year, pull out some crayons.  I'm buying a new box of 64 Crayolas.)

Catherine is hosting this week's Poetry Friday roundup and Kwame Alexander's new OUT OF WONDER at Reading to the Core.  Please stop by and visit. We share poems each week, and everyone is always invited.

Please share a comment below if you wish.

Friday, March 17, 2017

Looking, Thinking, and a Poetry Peek


Family Album Page by John Conolly
Photo by Amy LV




Students - Today, on St. Patrick's Day, I am finding myself thinking about my family and how they traveled over the ocean at different times to live here in the United States.  I took a bit of time to look at my mother's mother's father's photo album...and it got me thinking.

Consider taking time to look at some old pictures or old family belongings.  See what new thoughts they give to you.  You never know....

And now, a Poetry Peek!


Last week I was very lucky to visit several schools in Northern New Jersey.  One of these was Radburn Elementary School, and they held a poetry contest the week I visited.  Here are the two poets whose poems were selected by the school for sharing here at The Poem Farm.  So many congratulations to all who wrote....writing a poem is a present to yourself.  

Today, welcome to Ulee and Thanvi, whose poems explore questions and wonders. Enjoy their thoughtful poems, shared with us by Radburn principal Jill Lindsey.


Never Nothing

Thinking about nothing is thinking about something
Doing nothing is doing something
Being nowhere is being somewhere
When I'm up to nothing, I'm up to something
Because there is never nothing

An empty room is filled with air
Just as every head is filled with hair!

Wait...
If an empty room is filled with air
And the action of doing nothing is doing something
What is an empty thought?
Without nothing, without something
Is that possible?
No, because there is never nothing.

by Ulee K., grade 5


What do Parents do?

What do parents do?
do dads work or
eat pizza all day?
what do parents do?
do moms cook
dinner or
watch TV until
they're asleep!
I do not know
what parents do
when I'm at
school but I
sure want to
now what they
do.

by Thanvi Y., grade 2


Reading these poems may have reminded you of some questions that you wonder about.  As Ulee and Thanvi show us, things we wonder about can inspire strong poetry.

Happy week!

Please visit Robyn Hood Black at Life on the Deckle Edge this week for the Poetry Friday roundup, a weekly celebration of poetry and all of its goodnesses.

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Friday, March 3, 2017

My Camera is an Extra Eye & A Poetry Peek



Taking a Picture
by Amy LV


(I will add audio as soon as Sound Cloud allows me to do so!)

Students - This week's poem was inspired by our visitors today, visitors who took their own photographs and wrote poems about them. I like to write poems about the photographs that I take, and there is something about looking for beauty that always lets you find it.  We find what we seek.

You might choose to take a few photographs of your own this week, paying attention to the mysteries and magic bits all around you.  Consider writing a poem from one of your own pictures.

Today I feel very lucky to welcome teacher Darlene Daley and her third grade poets from Canandaigua, NY. I met Darlene last fall, and it is such a pleasure to welcome her and her students today.  Please enjoy this beautiful celebration of word and image!  


by Darlene Daley

They say that a picture paints a thousand words, but can a poem make you feel them?  This was the question my third grade class delved into when writing poems from photographs.

My focus this year has been on celebrating inquiry with great zeal.  I wanted my students to understand that I wasn’t looking for answers, but instead celebrating their learning process and questions. This has sparked students’ curiosity as they dive deeper into reading, writing, mathematics, and the content areas with a passion I have never seen! 

 I had shared with the students a book that evoked my curiosity.  I picked up J. Patrick Lewis's National GEOGRAPHIC BOOK OF NATURE POETRY at the Rochester Children’s Book Festival where I met Amy for the first time and told my students how I was inspired by the photography and the poems in the book.  The words and photos transported me to so many breathtaking locations.  My senses were awakened, and I was left with many new questions I wanted to explore.  



I shared several of the poems and posed this question to my students – “Do you think we could write poems and take photos, bringing readers into our imaginations, allowing them to feel our powerful emotions?”  My students were excited about the prospect of this artistic experiment.  

We began our process by exploring other narrative poems about nature, and we used these mentor authors to help us harness the craft of writing narrative poems.  Our first step was to examine how the poets included sensory details, precise language,  and imagery, just to name a few craft techniques.  At first, we wrote from nature photos taken by my semi-professional photographer friend, but soon we were ready to take our own pictures.

We collaborated with Josh Mull, one of our art teachers, to discuss photography.  We examined how angles, various camera modes, and perspectives help capture the images one is after.

One cold, wintry day, we all set out (with a couple of parent volunteers) to capture our own images.  We were inspired by so much amazing beauty around our school that we had never noticed before. We used our pictures to create new poems.

As we reflected on our journey, students were surprised by what other readers thought of their poems and how their words awakened the senses of others.  They shouted with excitement, “Can we do this again when spring comes?”

The answer is…”Yes, of course, my poets, of course!”  


Frozen in Time

Time’s standing still
Hands frozen in place
No bell rings
Rusted numbers one through twelve
Stuck to brick’s ledge
Kids are anxiously waiting
For the clock to move.

Photograph and Poem by Elijah




Goodbye Winter

Winter has just six weeks left,
Now that groundhog saw his shadow.
But it seems like spring,
Since the last sign of the cold season
Is the bright red berry tree.
Dozens of blood red,
Inedible fruit,
Sprawl up from the small tree’s root.
Only burst of color,
Against some almost melted snow.
Well,
More winter wouldn’t hurt.

Photograph and Poem by Miriam




A Snowy Winter Wonderland

Under the bridge in midwinter
Is a river
And as the snow fall
As light as a feather
If you look closely
You will see
Little white bubbles
Trying to break free.
There is a layer of ice
Thinner than paper
The twigs are frozen
In a pose.
It’s all one of a kind.

Photograph and Poem by Alexia




The Three Branched Tree

Dangling dead leaves
On crusty branches
Swaying in the breeze.
It looks like a spider web.
This three sided tree
It’s home is at the school
And it’s covered in rough chocolate bark.
Leads you to dream.
Wild things like a pterodactyl protecting their egg

Photograph and Poem by Aidan




Iceberg

The icy cold lake
Is as white as the snow
The leaves tumbling down
On the icebergs
As the trees blow over the lake
The water rushes down
As the cold stream moves
The snow rushes down
The trees around the cold rushing river
Makes it look so cold and dark
The snow drops down
On every piece of ice
As the leaves fall from the sky
And as the wind
Blows the trees
Back and forth
And the crumbled leaves

Photograph and Poem by Mya


Enjoy these reflections on our photo poetry project:

“Poetry is fun and it can teach you a lot.  Using pictures allowed our creativity to shine”
-- Chase, Student

“Poetry can make you relax or energize you.  It is nice to listen to and fun to write.”
--Alexia, Student

It is an unforgettable experience when a creative classroom teacher such as Darlene Daley inspires an entire group of students to create with bravery and confidence. It is the ultimate experience when this creative classroom teacher and her class inspires multitudes of others (students and teachers alike)…it’s contagious!
--Josh Mull, Art Teacher

“I learned poetry doesn’t need to rhyme.  It is lots of fun.  Anything can inspire you to write a poem, even the most unusual things.”
- Max, Student

Combining poetry with other areas (content areas, art, music, etc.) unleashes the students' hidden creative spirits, engaging them with the world in new ways.

I think it is essential for students to experience poetry on a regular basis.  Students need to know that there is a poet living inside of everyone, and it is important to tap into each student's individual inspiration.  

Thank you so much, Darlene and Poets, for joining us here at The Poem Farm today.  If you see someone out with a camera this weekend, it may be because of your words here today.  My gratitude!

This is the birthday month of wonderful poet Billy Collins, and many of us are celebrating him for Poetry Friday today!  Please allow me to recommend a photograph-related poem by this great man that may well inspire some picture memories of your own -- "Class Picture, 1954." 


Heidi is hosting this week's Poetry Friday roundup and Billy Collins birthday extravaganza over at my juicy little universe.  Please stop by and visit. We share poems each week, and everyone is always invited.

Please share a comment below if you wish.

Friday, February 24, 2017

Make a How-To Poem and a New Craft Too



Tree Eraser Stamps
Photo by Amy LV



Students - The older I get, the more I realize what makes me happiest.  I am happiest when I am making something new.  And this craft, described step-by-step in today's poem, is a neat one that you might like to try. It's easy and so rewarding to make stamps from erasers. You can use your stamps to make your own cards or even wrapping paper.

Here's a picture of my stamp-making supplies.  You don't need much to make your own stamp.

Stamp Making Supplies
Photo by Amy LV

Today's poem is a poem that teaches how to do something.  It's a procedural, or how-to poem.  If you wish to write  a poem like this one, you might think about something that makes you happiest, or something you would like to teach someone else to do.  Then, line-by-line...show your reader how to do this new thing.

Christina is the winner of last week's giveaway for five copies (thank you, Janet Wong and Sylvia Vardell!) of HERE WE GO.  Christina, please send me an e-mail to amy@amylv.com with your snail mail address, and I will share it with Janet.

Karen is hosting this week's Poetry Friday roundup over at Karen Edmisten.  Please stop by and visit. We share poems each week, and everyone is invited.

Please share a comment below if you wish.

Friday, February 17, 2017

Finding Poems in Moments of Surprise - And a Giveaway!



Mini Monster and Sarah
Photo by Amy LV




Students - Sometimes as I go through my day, I notice something curious. Yesterday, I looked at the couch and saw Mini and Sarah...sharing!  These two are not exactly pals, so it was a small ah-ha! moment for me, a bright moment of the afternoon.

Writing ideas are all around, and one place you can find one is in the small bits of life that surprise you. Yesterday I also saw a flock of robins swooping up from a sumac tree.  There's a poem in there just waiting...

And now...a Poetry Peek and a giveaway too...


Today I am very happy to share the latest from Sylvia Vardell and Janet Wong...HERE WE GO!  This book, like YOU JUST WAIT is a POETRY FRIDAY POWER BOOK, meaning that it is an interactive book full of mentor poems, places for young writers to play with words, and pages for poetry writing.


This collection is very timely, addressing concerns that face many of our friends and neighbors right now.  It is a warmly and whimsically illustrated volume focusing on social action and stepping up to make your own corner of the world a more loving place.  And it's just full of poems, one each by Naomi Shihab Nye, Carole Boston Weatherford, Joseph Bruchac, David Bowles, Ibtisam Barakat, Eileen Spinelli, David L. Harrison, Kate Coombs, Robyn Hood Black, Michelle Heidenrich Barnes, Renée M. LaTulippe, Margaret Simon, and 24 poems by Janet Wong, threading the 36 poems into a story in different voices.

Here is a poem that is staying with me, one that helps me remember who I hope to be in hard times, by Michelle Heidenrich Barnes.


I asked Janet Wong to share a thought about this HERE WE GO with us today.  She says:

This book shows how you go from having a spark of an idea to getting your community behind you, including the important step of thanking your supporters. The kids who read this book might want to start, as the kids in HERE WE GO do, with something simple like a food drive or walk-a-thon to raise money for the local food bank. Fighting hunger is something that anyone in any town can agree on, right? And any school district, too: because if your students don’t have healthy food, they can’t concentrate. Fighting hunger = better learning! 

You can read more about HERE WE GO at any of these cozy homes online:
Irene Latham's Live Your Poem
Laurie L. Birchall's Poetry for Teaching
Mary Lee Hahn's A Reading Year 
Sylvia Vardell’s Poetry for Children 
Michelle Heidenrich Barnes's Today's Little Ditty
Linda Kulp Trout's Write Time
Katie's The Logonauts

Janet and Sylvia have generously offered to send 5 copies of HERE WE GO to one winner, someone who comments on this blog post by next Thursday evening, February 23. If you win, please give the books to a group: book club group, or home school group, or other group of students who will enjoy reading and writing on its pages.

Jone is hosting this week's Poetry Friday roundup over at Check it Out.  Head over there for poems, ideas, and community.  We are a welcoming community....and we welcome you!

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Friday, February 10, 2017

Love Repeat Love Repeat Love Repeat


I Love Granny Square Afghans
(I buy them at thrift stores...)
Photo by Amy LV



Students - Valentine's Day, the holiday of love, is just around the corner.  And today's poem is a celebration of love.  The other afternoon, I was walking with my husband, and I loved kicking a round rock down the sidewalk.  Yesterday evening, our daughter said, "I love drinking water!"  And always, I love black ink and cheese. 

One of my favorite poets, Billy Collins, has written a poem (and a book) titled "Aimless Love."  This poem is about loving the small things of life, and am quite sure that his poem planted a poemseed in my mind, a poemseed that grew into today's "Did You Know."

Writing is very much about love and falling in love with feathers and pumpkin muffins, socks and bike rides.  And Valentine's Day is a cozy time to think about how many good things there are to love in our world.  There are many many.

Today's poem does not rhyme, but you will notice some repetition.  Sometimes writers repeat lines throughout a poem and sometimes at the beginning and end of a poem. I've done both in this one, and you can try repeating in one of these ways too should you wish.  Writing techniques are free for the sharing.  I love that.

What do you love?  

If you write a poem today...will you play with repetition?

Love
Repeat
Love
Repeat
Love
Repeat

Last week I was honored to host teacher Holly Van Epps and her eighth grade poets with their haunting free verse poems written in refugee voices.  Please be sure to read their words if you have not yet done so. And Tony Johnston's beautiful book, VOICE FROM AFAR: POEMS OF PEACE, will soon be on its way to giveaway winner Linda B.  Please send me snail mail address, Linda, and I will get your book in the mail to you.

Katie is hosting this week's Poetry Friday roundup over at The Logonauts.  Head over there for poems, ideas, and community.  We are a welcoming group....and we welcome you!

Please share a comment below if you wish.

Friday, February 3, 2017

Voices of Refugees: A Free Verse Poetry Peek


this girl you see
by Amy LV




Students - Sometimes I write about the news and pictures I see in the news.  I am often aware of the fact that while I happened to be born free and safe, this is not the case for many people, including many children. When I think about this truth, I want to do good.  I want to be kind. I want to help.

Today I am honored to welcome eighth grade teacher Holly VanEpps and her student writers from A.D. Oliver Middle School in Brockport, NY.  Greetings to these young poets doing good, thoughtful work.  Thank you, Holly, for joining us.


Voices of Refugees: Free Verse Poetry

Our inspiration: This poetry project came about during our study of Thanhha Lai’s novel INSIDE OUT AND BACK AGAIN. 



The novel is written in free verse poetry form and is told from the perspective of a young Vietnamese refugee. As readers, we feel her heartbreak as she has to flee her home and leave everything behind. We can see her life being turned inside out when she escapes, and can feel her hope as she settles into her new home in America.

Expeditionary Learning has a unit on this book in their module from Engage NY. We use a lot of this unit, which culminates in a research-based free verse poetry assignment. Students are to research a country with a refugee crisis, and write a poem from the perspective of a refugee. Over the years, I have modified this assignment to incorporate more recent refugee crises—Syria, Iraq, Sudan, and Afghanistan. Some students got permission to choose from outside of this list—for example, one student from the Ukraine wanted to write as a refugee from his family’s home country. 


The Process: I recently changed the method of research—moving from hard-copy research folders to online research guides for each country. Students watched videos and read news reports, articles and websites to gather their information. They spent several days researching their country of choice, taking notes on the country, its conflict, and the culture, history, and traditions of its people. Their goal was to create a ‘culturally appropriate’ narrator and to include historical and cultural details in their writing in order to make their poem authentic. We studied closely the poems from Lai’s book to see how she was able to skillfully weave in researched details with ease.


Guidelines: Poems were to be written in free verse form, from the perspective of a culturally appropriate narrator. They had to include at least three historical or cultural details, and had to also include several instances of figurative language. The poem had to be set in the context of a specific scene, and needed to show how the refugee’s life had been turned ‘inside out.’


The end result of this assignment was something truly beautiful. Students—even ones who do not love ELA or writing—created really powerful poems that captured what it might mean to be a refugee— the struggle, the fear, the heartbreak, and sometimes the triumph that goes along with this life-changing experience. And they did it all with their words. 




Darth Vader No More

I am like the
Darth Vader of everything,
for I always come at the wrong times,
for I always cause destruction.

Since living in Iran, I feel
a little
less like the fatal villain.
I am starting to help my old mother out
by sewing brown
 w        r
       o       m
 looking fabric into big squares of fabric.

Mother says it will help earn Iranian Rials,
which will help me pay for tuition.

Since moving into my two story, green apartment
I am the magnet for my age, drawing many peers near.
I have made many new friends,
all having the same
harsh
background as me.

One girl I met, with
l
o
n
g
shiny, black hair
happens to be from Herat!

I found a small, Afghan diner
which serves my favorite food,
kababs,
which I can buy for just 2 IRR’s!
The sweet aroma it gives off
I can smell from my home,
t h r e e    b l o c k s   a w a y.

Adjusting to my new home, I don’t feel
as if I am the only
       light    
in a tunnel of
darkness,
as I had felt in the torturous refugee camp.

by Allie

Teacher Note: I really like how this student used a simile that many students could connect with—comparing their destructive ways with Darth Vader. I also like how she played around with concrete poetry form, making some of her words visually represent that word. 





What If?

As we wait in the field like crippled field mice
for the Serbs—the hawks—to kill us,
a funny thought occurs to me.

What if when Edvin—my best friend—
fled with his family, my family had followed?

What if eight days ago when the Serbs came to our home in Foca
to deliver a first—and final—warning
to leave or be murdered,
Father had agreed?

What if Father had not instead
grabbed the gun of the first,
shot the second,
and gotten shot by the third,
all while yelling for us to run?

What if I had grabbed Mother, as well as Mirsada,
as I heeded his advice?

What if I had not run at all?

Perhaps carpets would still hang
on the walls
and lie on the floor
like familiar
and beautiful
creatures
reminding us that
everything was how it should be.

Perhaps
I would be sipping
my morning kava
instead of letting the
last
few
raindrops
fall on my tongue.

As the Serbs turn toward the west,
I turn toward the east.

Toward Croatia,
toward hope.

As the Serbs
mislead themselves
now over a mile away
I take Mirsada’s hand
and we walk
into the sunrise.

by Alex

Teacher Note: I love the simile in stanza one of this poem, and the repetition of “What if?” throughout. The detail about the carpets on the walls and sipping a morning kava are really beautiful.



They Day They Came

They came
as a pride of lions,
so quiet
and unsuspecting,
always prowling
in the near distance.

The inevitable threat,
waiting to strike.

Much stronger
than us,
much faster
than us,
much more feared
than us.

They came just three weeks after Muharram,
the new year.
And a month
and two and one-half weeks before Mawlid,
Mohammad’s birthday celebration.

They were angry,
shouting things like
allahu akbar,
Mohammad is greater.

This we know,
for we are Islamic,
but we do not fight.

They
have come
for war.

by Jacob

Teacher Note: This is just the beginning of this student’s poem—it is a much longer poem that tells a great story. I included this excerpt because of the great metaphor in the first stanza.



The Ride of a Refugee

My name is Darya, meaning sea, because mama refers to me as a wave,
going away, then being strong and coming back again.

I’m an average 13-year-old girl,
riding on the endless ride
of being a refugee.

My life is like a rollercoaster,
except it’s not the woo-hoo! kind of roller coaster,
it’s more like the type of roller coaster when all the suspense
builds up at the top, and at that very moment
you know you made the wrong decision.

No one told me to hold on like they do at
the cheesy carnivals before they start the ride.
No, not at all.

So when I was forced to flee
my house in Maiden Shar,
a small little town located in Afghanistan
with a population of 2400,
I was kind of shaken around.

Like any other rollercoaster, my life is full of thrill.
Twists and turns here and there,
but my life is constantly
moving.

This horrible ride just keeps on going.
Mama woke me up at the crack of dawn.
She told me to do one thing, and only one thing.
Pack.
I don’t know what I was packing for
Or why I even needed to pack,
but I did what mother told me.

My stuffed dog that I have had ever since I was little,
a pair of clean clothing,
my one and only blanket,
and my other pair of shoes is all that I bring,
leaving all the other memories behind.

As soon as we are both out she locks the door, not knowing this now,
but that was her last time ever locking the door.

Run she says.
Mama tells me to run and get on the ship

I opened my eyes and ran.
Ran all the way until the people on the streets were just a blur.
And that’s when I knew the ride had just begun.

by Morgan

Teacher Note: This is also a shortened version of this student’s original poem. I loved that she carried the metaphor of the amusement park throughout the entire poem.



Dive-bombed

New desk, mahogany.
There’s chewing gum stuck under the table of it,
            as am I.

Bombs.
Faint, but close.

D
I
V
I
N
G
BOOMING ShrapnelShrapnel

Window,
broken.

Footsteps. Wait, bullets.

Flying past the building,
family of 13, gone.

Lost, burqa turned burnt cloth.

Stuffed animal,
giraffe,
burnt to a crisp.

The whole camp,
quiet.

Bullets. Wait, footsteps,

Coming up the stairs, fast.

Malik! The girl I had met earlier,
Northern Iraqis behind,
Mila, Gone.
Me, out the window.

هذا الفتى! (That boy!)

They may have me.
Not just yet.
I’m a fast runner…

by Ethan

Teacher Note: I love how he played with sentence structure. I think the shorter sentences, and even the fragments, are pretty powerful. He is another student who worked with some concrete poetry form. The contrast of the line, "Footsteps. Wait, bullets" and the one later on that says "Bullets. Wait, Footsteps" is also a favorite part. I appreciate that he ended his poem with a cliffhanger. 


Thank you to Holly and to these thoughtful poets for joining us today.  In gratitude, I will send them a copy of a book that broke me open this week, Tony Johnston's VOICE FROM AFAR.  I will also send a copy to one commenter on this post, drawn at random next Thursday, February 9 and announced next Friday.


Penny is hosting today's Poetry Friday roundup over at her place where you can celebrate second grade teacher poet Heidi Mordhorst's wonderful young poets with their coral reef poetry and art along with links to all kinds of poetry goodness.

Please share a comment below if you wish.