In the middle of our work time in writing workshop today, I walked over to the rug area, where two of my students were sitting by the window. We have windows that go almost to the floor on our walls. They were the two lucky students who were allowed to sit next to the window and make observations through the window.
During the mini-lesson, I was discussing with them where we could find ideas for poetry topics. One of the suggestions a student had was to look at nature and the world around us. So I had two students sitting by the window recording observations and collecting ideas for possible poems.
“How’s it going? Did you collect a lot of ideas?” I asked.
“This is a magical place. ” She replied.
“What did you say?” I thought I had misheard her.
“It’s a magical place. I’ve collected so many ideas. I saw cars, trees, the playground. I think I might write a poem about global warming.” She confidently told me.