Dawn's classroom was full of light, bird songs, and amazing writers. I laughed with my whole self and was moved many, many times. The time went too quickly! Thank you, Poetry Blossom writers.
Dawn reads her "I Remember" poem. Isabella reads her Poetry Blocks.
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Big Questions
Can rain turn into lemonheads and bedrooms?
Can we jump off the roofs without hurting ourselves?
Can I run 20 miles without tripping on a walnut?
Can a clock move without moving?
How do sopranos sound like birds?
Why do fishing pools fall?
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Sophia with Poetry Blocks, and Sophia writing. (Hey! -- somehow April and Garry escaped my camera lens.)
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I am the sky
and you are the clouds
that make rain
I am the bed
and you are the pillow
that warms me
I am a “tweet”
and you are the radio
with ginormous speakers that break
my eardrums out
I am candy
and you are the mouth
that eats me
by Poetry Blossoms Writers
Nick, and Nick and Beth, choosing nouns, verbs and adverbs for their Poetry Blocks. (The blocks are courtesy of my brother, Jack, who cut them from wood that was salvaged from a door jamb in an older home.)
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One Poetry Blossoms Exquisite Corpse
I am a bat
who flies in the night
on a police helicopter
A policeman searches
the ground with the lights
that were as bright as
sunflowers in August
Wow
Hot diggity dog
you brigthen me
by Poetry Blossoms Writers
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Lilian thinks; Nia writes.
