Tuesday, June 26, 2012
The Good Old Days
Sometimes I remember
The good old days.
Scrambling to put on bathingsuits
Racing to jump in the lake
Each with our own innertube
We'd swim for hours
The sun would toast us
The smell of dinner would call to us
We'd drag ourselves, exhausted
From the cool water
Grilled hamburgers, corn on the cob
We'd eat a sleepy dinner
With stuffed bellies and heavy eyes
We'd sit around the bonfire
We'd stare into the dancing flames,
Listen to the stories of lives around us
I still can't imagine
Anything better than that.
I've also been participating (somewhat) in the Teachers Write camp this summer. I've found that sometimes I can connect with the writing prompt and take off and sometimes I can't. I've decided that it's ok though! When I don't connect with the prompt, I just write my own thing! It works for me...the point is just to write!
Yesterday, I loved the Teachers Write prompt about doodling. I tried very hard to get into it. I believe in the idea, I embrace the idea in my classroom, I wanted to try it yesterday. I sat with my notebook and stared at it. More. More. More still. I closed it. Later I tried again...I ended up making doodle pictures in the margins next to the poem. Instead of the doodles getting me started with my writing, yesterday it ended my writing. I guess that works sometimes too!