As I entered the herd of students gathered to go outside for recess, one of my students came next to me. We started walking together.
“I keep speaking poetry. I can’t speak normally, ” she exclaimed.
“What do you mean? You speak poetry?” I asked.
“I started saying a line using poetry and now I can’t stop. Everything I say sounds like poetry!”
I love that she can speak in “poetry”. I’m even more excited to start our poetry unit tomorrow! 🙂
One of my favorite poems to read with my students:
by Valerie Worth
Closed, it sleeps
On its side
Opened, it snaps
Its tail out
Like a thin
Shrimp, and looks at the sharp
Point with a