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.
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!
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?