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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.
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
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,
Sprawl up from the small tree’s root.
Only burst of color,
Against some almost melted snow.
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
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.”
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.
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