Quiet Boat Eraser Stamp
Photo by Amy LV
Students - This week I have been very lucky to visit three schools in Williamsville, NY. Next week, I will be lucky to visit three more. And as I have been chatting with students about poetry, I am remembering again and again how vast and endless is the brain.
Inside of you - inside each and every one of us - live worlds and ideas and hopes and dreams and questions. When you sit to write and draw, it may take a moment to call one up. But trust yourself. Wait. You will think of something. Often, I look at a blank page for some time. But always, an idea appears...like a boat. It is not always a great idea, but it's mine.
And remember this too: the more interesting things you do, the more you will have to write about. I am not referring to fancy things, but rather a variety of things. Today I may sit outside for a few moments and watch ants walk around. Or maybe I will draw the pictures up in the sky, wondering if anyone else sees the same penguin I see. What I do affects what I write. And so it is for you.
So do stuff. And when you do, you'll have more boats and ants and clouds to write about later.
See that repetition? It's neat to circle words around and around in a poem. Such repeated words layer like cozy sweaters.
See that repetition? It's neat to circle words around and around in a poem. Such repeated words layer like cozy sweaters.
Big hug.
Teacher Friends - Some of you may know Pat Schneider's poem, How the Stars Came Down. This poem includes this line, one I may well have shared before: "I had a new home in my remembering." I am over and over fascinated by this idea that what we put in our minds returns to us. I remember it as a mom and as a teacher, asking myself, "What experiences of value am I offering that will feed this child again and again? What am I offering to myself that I can return to one day hence?"
Teacher Friends - Some of you may know Pat Schneider's poem, How the Stars Came Down. This poem includes this line, one I may well have shared before: "I had a new home in my remembering." I am over and over fascinated by this idea that what we put in our minds returns to us. I remember it as a mom and as a teacher, asking myself, "What experiences of value am I offering that will feed this child again and again? What am I offering to myself that I can return to one day hence?"
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