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is hosted today by Maya Ganesan at allegro.
I spent two mornings this week playing poetry with kindergarteners in a Title I school in Arlington, VA. Here's what one class had to say, with a little orchestration from me, about the view out of their window right now:
dogwood
grow green, soft sprout
(drop splash puddle)
four white-pink petals
on juicy-sour stems reaching out
exquisite puddle of petals
Can you guess which word was the teacher's contribution?
exquisite?
ReplyDeleteI guess the teacher started with "grow". The kids did a fab job of making poetry. I can just imagine this tree. I would spend a lot of math time dreaming out the window if it were my classroom.
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