Let's celebrate James Russell Lowell's "And what is so rare as a day in June?/Then, if ever, come perfect days" as we visit Buffy Silverman at Buffy's Blog for the first Poetry Friday in June.
Today I said goodbye to my last class. I'm retiring from the classroom and from my school after twenty-six years there. What a lovely journey it has been! Here is part of Karla Kuskin's poem, "Thoughts That Were Put Into Words" that I shared with students today:
The words were then spoken
Take a look and go on
We are practically done.
I always leave the students with a goodbye poem, and this is my favorite. They each are given a laminated copy, but I also hope they'll carry poetry from all the year in their hearts.
At the ending of this year, I am ready, yet the last couple of weeks are so packed with exciting activities, and filled with things to do that I seem to be always looking ahead, looking ahead, hoping I didn't forget anything.
My words to myself--especially this year--are to stop that looking ahead, to stay in the present. I took my own advice early Monday morning. I sat in the car right after taking this picture and wrote. Then I went into school to begin my last week as a teacher.
|June is here|
I will be like the poppies
and enjoy the sun