I cleaned out my school bag tonight. It always surprises me to see what is lurking in the bottom. I mean, it's not like I eat over my bag or even put food in it, but there are always crumbs in the bottom. There are little pieces of paper and glitter and what looks like a small bit of the sandbox.
But...
Among all the ick was a little gem.
As I was sorting the contents into piles of need it and don't, I stumbled onto a poem I wrote in the fall. Up until this point in the day, I didn't know what I was going to slice about. I was determined NOT to write about the high levels of frustration we were experiencing due to science projects that are due Monday or the dining room chair that broke tonight as my (tiny) daughter stood on the side brace bar thingy. Sigh.
This poem quickly became just what I needed to get to the computer and write!
Cottony white couds
Caress the brilliant blue sky
The sun glows warm
Highlighting vivid oranges
Reds and yellows
Flamboyant in the trees
A stunning display
of autumn's beauty
The poem also started me thinking about spring and inspired a new poem!
Grass greens
Sky blues
Buds burst
Flowers bloom
Birds sing
Breezes warm
Kids call
Bikes emerge
Clouds puff
Spring unfolds
Who would have thought cleaning out my school bag would be so profitable? Maybe I should do it more often! What might you find in the bottom of your bag?
Teacher's bags hold magic when the owner is a poet. What a great find which brought forth another lovely poem for the season.
ReplyDeleteI love the line "It always surprises me to see what is lurking in the bottom." After reading this, I need to go explore my school bag! Thank you for sharing your beautiful poems!
ReplyDeleteI find about half the sandbox in mine! Love the bikes emerge.
ReplyDeleteBring on spring. The idea of items 'lurking" in the bottom of our bag cracks me up. So true!! I have so much lurking there right now :)
ReplyDeleteI'd be scared to see what's lurking in my bag! I carry anything and everything in it. You may have coerced me to go through it tomorrow night. Yikes!
ReplyDeleteI'd be scared to see what's lurking in my bag! I carry anything and everything in it. You may have coerced me to go through it tomorrow night. Yikes!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you found that gem in the bottom of your bag. It's the hope of spring. We had the sun and clear skies but too crispy,cold!
ReplyDeleteI've never found a poem in the bottom of my bag, Robin. That in itself calls for another! Yes, bikes are everywhere! Have a lovely week!
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