Our teacher gave us the assignment to read a chapter out of our book on teaching poetry and then respond to the chapter in poetic form. You should have heard the groaning when she announced it. I might have been the loudest. But, here is my offering. Tell me what you think.
Found
I found myself sound asleep,
alarm buzzing to start my day.
I found myself in a truck,
motor racing me towards school.
I found myself in a classroom,
ears ringing with information.
I found myself in a book,
eyes reading about a sometimes scary subject.
Suddenly,
I found myself learning about feelings, forms, experiences, sounds and language.
I found myself walking inside a beautiful structure of words and rhythm.
I found myself desiring to follow the example of a master teacher.
I found poetry.
And,
I found myself.
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6 comments:
Oooh, oh, ooooh, I love it.
I love it too!
yeah, mine sucked! Especially compared to that you show-off! :)
I am a show off. I love to write to be read. I'm soooo needy that way. I hate it when no one reads my stuff. Love you all.
For someone who doesn't "like" poetry, I loved it!!
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