A.A. Milne (author of the Winnie the Pooh books) once said,
One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries.
While my orderly heart resists the lure of having to 'discover' things like the car keys on a daily basis, I can appreciate the joy of finding something long missing. Like this poem of Wyatt's. His third grade teacher instructed him to write a poem that repeats a word or phrase. He had scribbled dark lines through her admonition to "Remember, no rhyming!" and I'm glad he did.
Soccer
The whistle blows,
I'm ready to play.
They kick the ball,
it comes my way.
I run, I run
to get the ball.
I kick it up the field.
Someone kicks the ball
high in the air.
I run, I run
and head the ball.
It flies into the goal.
The whistle blows,
The game is done.
But still,
I run, I run, I run.
Wyatt Garrett
age 9
3 comments:
Brilliant!!
Wow - that is impressive for a third grader (it's impressive for anyone, for that matter)! That is the best kind of accidental discovery!
That is one seriously awesome poem and pic!!!
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