Friday, September 14, 2012

I Was a Tree Before


Me, a Tree
Photo by Amy LV


Click the arrow to hear me read this poem to you.

Students -  Have you ever stretched out on the grass underneath a tree?  I did so yesterday afternoon, and looking up, took this photograph. All evening and maybe even asleep, I thought about this picture.  And then, this morning...I suddenly imagined turning INTO a tree.  At first, I thought that would be grand to be a tree, but upon writing...I realized that it would be scary too.  How strange to not be able to move!

One of my early ideas was to write a poem where the tree and I changed places.  But once that little black pen took off, it decided not to write about the tree being a person, just about me being a tree.  This is something important for us to remember; we do not always know where our pens will go, and sometimes we must follow happily, discovering!

Some of my favorite poems are those which take an imaginary journey.  It can take my mind a while to free itself up enough to travel into unreal places, but when it does...I am always grateful.

You may notice that the last line of this poem also holds the title.  Many times, I title a poem after writing it, just letting the title jump out and choose itself.

(Those of you who know my work will notice that favorite rhyme again - bird and word!)

Teachers - For those of you who keep writers notebooks with your class, you will want to check out the new index that I just put up of all of the Sharing Our Notebooks posts so far.  This index will continue to grow as the blog grows, and I invite you and your students to post here if you love your notebooks and have something you would like to share.  (Please stay tuned as I continue to describe each post in the index.)

If you teach in a writing workshop district, you might be interested to know that I have just found some video clips of me teaching demonstration lessons in classrooms in Hilton, NY.  Feel free to check them out here and to use them for your own staff development if you wish.  I will continue to add more as I preview them!

Also, don't forget that you can win a Poetry Friday mini-grant including a copy of THE POETRY FRIDAY ANTHOLOGY as well as a Poetry Friday start-up kit - see here for details with Sylvia Vardell and Janet Wong.

Diane is hosting today's Poetry Friday roundup over at Random Noodling.  Visit there to see what everyone is sharing today in the Kidlitosphere...it's a poetry party, and all are invited!

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11 comments:

Matt Forrest Esenwine said...

A poem that both kids and grown-ups can appreciate - shows we're all connected! Very nice...thanks for sharing.

Renee LaTulippe said...

So whimsical, Amy! I love "I felt her bird feet tickle me."
:)

Penny Klostermann said...

Hi Amy,
I playing catch at your blog today and reading several of your posts.

I love I Was A Tree Before. How imaginative!

Money Plant is better than money growing on trees :-)

My favorite is skipping stones. You really captured it. I skipped stones often in my childhood and still do when I get a chance!

Let's has such a great message and should be read and posted in classrooms everywhere.

Two Flowers-Incredible!

Bunny is precious and the photos are too :-)

Moon...what a lovely tribute!

OK...all caught up and had a wonderful mid-morning treat!

Penny Klostermann said...

I meant catch up!!!

Diane Mayr said...

I'll need to add a bird to my Spark response!

Janet Wong said...

Fun! Yes, I could see you as being a tree for one of your past lives. An oak? How about a magnolia? I've led a writing exercise using my "Chow Time" poem from Good Luck Gold ("In another life, I am sure I was a dog"). One child I will always remember said that in another life he was a . . . NOODLE!

Joyce Ray said...

Maybe it's not so bad being a tree, Amy. Stalwart, adaptable, soaker of light and drinker of rain, the ability to put down roots and drink deeply and anchor soil... . I'm feeling tree-like today! Thanks fr your tree poem!

Author Amok said...

I LOVE this poem, Amy. So beautiful. In a poetry workshop recently, we were talking about when the "monkey" shows up in a poem -- that little weird thought or idea. I'm so glad you followed that thought it this poem. I can just picture the child imagining herself as a beautiful, safe tree.

Linda at teacherdance said...

It's this poem of imagination in nature,
that is so dear to hear,
I like the rhythm of your words,
especially that sweet little bird!
You have inspired me so often, Amy. I will share this post in my newsletter to my teachers. I want them to share in this approach, to see your index, & your invitation of the notebooks. How great it would be for some of our students to share what they do. Thanks for all you new ideas!

Mary Lee said...

How fun to have your tree poem, and Dori's oak poem, and Liz's acorn poem...all in the same roundup!

Ruth said...

I love the way this one ends. Those moments of daydreaming and reflection can certainly make us different.