A Yellow Weed Inspires Us – Poetry Inspired

Today the children in the third grade wrote a poem using a mentor text by Lilian Moore whose title Yellow Weed. the children listened as I read the poem which is one created with a sense of an echo. The poem is an ode which comes from the early Greeks, meaning to sing. In this poem through asking questions one is taken on a journey of the seed, singing to it high praises.

YELLOW WEED
How did you get here,
weed?
Who brought your seed?
Did it lift
on the wind and
sail
and drift
from a far and yellow
field?
Was your seed a burr that
clung to a
fox’s
furry tail?
Did it fly with a
bird
who liked to feed
on the tasty
seed
of the yellow
weed?
How did you come?

One student who lead us in our sharing of our writing was Tristen Cuthbert. Tristen’s poem was written to Snow White, or white snow.

How did you get here?
How did you get here
snow?
Did you drift from the sky
and go past the clouds,
and wave
on by?
Did you blow all over
and cover our world?
Did you come from up high?
I bet you tossed, twirled,
and swirled.
Did you come from heaven?
Did you fly like in a flurry?
Did you come to our world
making everything look blurry?

Something Told the Wild Geese

With a poem in hand and the skies to see, it was obvious this was a poem not to forget at this time of year. The wonder the beauty of words in a world as dynamic as ours.

Something Told the Wild Geese
Something told the wild geese
It was time to go;
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered, . . . “Snow”.

Leaves were green and stirring,
Berries luster-glossed,
But beneath warm feathers
Something cautioned . . . “frost”

All the sagging orchards – steamed with amber spice
But each wild breast stiffened – at remembered “ice”.

Something told the wild geese it was time to fly.
Summer sun was on their wings
Winter in their cry.
Rachael Lyman Field

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Summer “Shorty Shorts” Writing

Writing workshop is off to a great start much due to the sharing on blogs. Our first writing activity is always special as the children personify fall and write to fall, in a poem titled “Fall, I wish I knew.” As always the children made individual webs of fall and what they hear, see, smell, taste, and feel when they think of fall. Then using the poem, “Winter, I Wish I Knew” as a model, they wrote their fall versions.
This week we finished our “Shorty Summer Shorts” stories, which I recorded and will have displayed in the hall to bring an end to summer and a beginning to fall.
Thank you, Marley, for the inspiration.

Robert Frost Leads the Way, Even Today, in 2012

Today was a special day like all days, children writing, sharing simple poetry, determining meaning, and imitating the beauty of the craft of people like Robert Frost. After sharing with the students, “Dust of Snow” the students then wrote their versions of Frost imitating his style and message.

For those of you that are not familiar with this poem it goes,
Dust of Snow

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
~ Robert Frost

All students wrote their version with many supreme and here is one to catch your breath and make you realize the beauty of third graders.

The Touch of a Leaf by Christopher Edwards