Monday, May 10, 2010

Poetry Postcard Arrival & MyPoWriYe #40


In celebration of National Poetry Month, library media specialist Mrs. Jone Rush MacCulloch of Silver Star Elementary in Vancouver, WA, posted thirty student poems throughout the thirty days of April.  In addition, she matched poetry-lovers from all over with young poets who wrote and sent them poetry postcards.  You can read about Mrs. Mac's Poetry Postcard Project over at her blog, Check It Out.  

Well, I was lucky enough to receive a postcard from this project, and I would like to thank Savannah K. for such a happy mailbox moment.  Your poemcard sits right on this desk, smiling up at me.  How did you know that I hide candy everywhere? (Even in the glove compartment of my car!)  Your poem makes me hungry.  Thank you, Savannah.


We can write about what we like, and we can also write about those weird thoughts that will not go away.

I remember learning about dust mites for the first time.  I was in high school, and a friend came over to demonstrate the use of a very expensive vacuum cleaner he was selling door-to-door.  After allowing me to back over the vacuum's hose with our car to prove its indestructibility, Mike proceeded to teach us about dust mites.  These tiny monsters live in our beds.  But that's okay.  Just don't think about them, and you will be fine.  Do not follow the link above.


Students - Our creepy thoughts and grossed-out moments can yield some rich writing topics.  Think of a strange fact that fascinates you, maybe something from the Guinness Book of World Records.  Or remember something that made you wrinkle up your face and shake your head violently to forget the image.  Then...write.  After all, it's not all hearts and flowers.  

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3 comments:

Susan said...

Amy,
My class got a big laugh from this one -- and a science lesson as we looked at the picture of the dust mite! I didn't dwell on it too long, though, I didn't want them to have nightmares!
Susan

Amy LV said...
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Amy LV said...

Mrs. Kellner's Class,
This one is for you!

Fred's mom and dad raced through the sheet.
Both were hungry, but neither could eat.
"Our mite isn't in sight.
At least humans don't bite."
Grandma giggled, "Your boy was so sweet."

Happy Tuesday!
A.