“I was reading the dictionary, I thought it was a poem about everything.” ~ Steven Wright
I never “got” poetry throughout my elementary and high school years – most of the time, I still don’t. But somehow, Mrs. Samaddar did something right in the world of Grade Five Language Arts because I loved it that year!
Twenty years later, I STILL remember working on “My Poetry Collection” and think about it anytime I consider how, when, what, if I will partake in a poetry unit with my current students.
Enjoy a few treasures from my ten year old self from the themes that Mrs. Samaddar selected for us to write on.
The Chef
He hums the tune of the noisy old over
Strutting across the kitchen.
His blending mind
Whirs with dishes on the menu.
The crackling of a frypan
Sends him running on
His unsturdy spoon handle legs.
His curly macaroni hair
Makes people laugh
As he passes tables
With spaghetti sauce.
His razor sharp tongue
Will test many dishes.
At the end of the day he
Looks like limp lettuce
But his meals stick with you!!
I too feel the same way about the dictionary occasionally….one could get lost in there!!
I am loving your 10 year old little miss writer too!!! Great memories!
Maybe with her permission I’ll share some of Grace’s 12 yr old self’s poetry on here too!