I'm especially proud of the student's work in this post and the post to follow. I see their amazing improvement as my year with them comes to an end. Proof that writing on a regular basis, keeping the poetic foot in the door, makes a difference. We read Jane Kenyon's "Let evening come," and listened to the repetition of this poem about night falling at her home.
Let the earth shine
Let spring come
Let evening come
Let my shoes clap
Let Miss Barb shout
Let the earth adore you.
Let the owl come. Let the black cat
come and eat leftover chicken. Let Mrs Shaby
come out and associate with her friends.
Let freedom rang. Let birds come out
and sing. Let Ashlynn and Tyson play trampaline.
Let the sun go down so we can get
ready to go to bed.
Let Evening Come
Let the sky get sparkling stars
Let the horses go to sleep. Let horses
that are white become dark. Let the
houses shut down their light and
electricity. Let the sun go down and
moon go up. Let evening come
Let Horses Come Cantering Home
Canter home down across the
valleys. Canter home bay, black,
chestnut and white come on home.
Let Jesus Come
Jesus was not sitting next
to me this morning. Why didn't
he come? Why oh who didn't
he come. I could not feel he
stringy hair in the air. Was he
mad or sad? I wonder