Here's this week's Tickle. Post your poetic response in the comments!
Today in kindergarten we attempted to fulfill an objective which is perhaps the most developmentally inappropriate in the whole K curriculum:
| Identify and describe people, symbols, and practices associated with the United States of America. |
Now, my little Minnows are a pretty sharp bunch, but even so, their concept of the US of A is just about nonexistent; they're still trying to work out "my school," never mind "my neighborhood," "my state" or "my nation." All the same, we gave it a go, and had a close encounter with a brand new 8"x10" flag. We observed with *all* our senses before we analyzed its color, shape and size attributes--which means that we actually even smelled the flag (although we did not taste it).
"Can you smell the flag?" I asked.
Sarah said, somewhat perplexed,
"The American flag smells like bubbles."
the school day over,
ReplyDeletea child waits for a bus.
backpack swinging lazily on her shoulder,
she blows bubbles skyward.
they drift and loll,
swirling up
where they shimmer and
kiss the flag.
Nice, Tabatha! Wouldn't it be nice if dismissal time were that peaceful, with drifting, lolling and shimmering? Thanks for playing!
ReplyDeleteHere's mine:
I see it with my eyes,
I pledge it with my hand,
I try to say it with my voice,
The words are tangled noise:
allegiance united america
republic nation indivisible
liberty justice for all
But let me count the stars
Let me sniff those stripes
Just let me march and wave it
And it will be my favorite
DRAFT Heidi Mordhorst 2011
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