I am in the middle of preparing a short presentation about non-fiction writing and poetry for the teachers at school, and in the recent two days, I’ve found two posts who are such perfect examples of that. It was like a gift to me to read them. Please look at Amy Ludwig VanderWater’s The Poem Farm for her final Dictionary Hike post about the Zaire River, and then go to Elaine Magliaro’s Wild Rose Reader for three different ways to write about one thing.
Thus in the midst of this preparation, I’ve been trying my own research that includes my discoveries in a poem.
Fibonacci holds my secret
1, 2, 3, 5 . . . all around
But others know the deeper ones,
those who find me on the ground.
Squirrels know me as a one-dish meal
and nibble as they please.
They hide me in their middens
to find in winter’s breeze.
But the most important secret—
are you able yet to deduce?
It’s that I sometimes become a seedling
that becomes a spiky spruce.
Remember there is a poetry month CHALK POEM finale that Betsy of Teaching Young Writers is hosting tomorrow. Come join us!