Showing posts with label Day eight. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Day eight. Show all posts

Monday, April 8, 2024

April - Poetry Month - 2024, Day Eight - "How to"

  Happy Poetry Month!



If you'd like the poster, go here!
 


        I'm taking the advice from the poet who has given so much to help us all, including students and teachers, write poetry. I'll be moving from A to Z, obviously needing to combine a few to make it all come out to 30. FYI—Sometimes, Paul Janeczko offers a prompt to write a poem that begins with the specific alphabet letter instead of a poem type. It will be fun to be open to writing in all kinds of ways!

       You can find the path to the Progressive Poem over to the right! Simply click on the graphic!

       The prompt this time is a "how-to" poem!  

I'm waiting to post after my own viewing of my "partial" eclipse, but also posting the poem I wrote when my daughter and granddaughters traveled to my brother's in Missouri to watch the 2017 total eclipse. I hope those who have planned to watched this one in 2024 experience the same awe that we will always remember. 


I'm just seeing a partial eclipse but it's very exciting! I have glasses left from last fall's annular eclipse!

How-To - After Viewing

 

morning eclipse

thoughts of years of moon tales

what stories will we tell?

Linda Baie ©

 



Monday, April 8, 2019

April Poetry Month - Day 8 - Summer Afternoons


            Continuing with ideas from the book. This time, "Special Places".

             Remember to share:


Tabatha Yeatts has created a link to poems teachers and librarians can print for poetry month, titled "Poetry in The Halls". I'm grateful to be one of the poets!

Jama Rattigan has a post HERE with many poets' goals for April.


The Progressive Poem schedule can be found on the right!





Afternoon on The Roof

The town-grandparents’ house
offered a low, slanted roof,
the roof over the cellar door,
an invitation.
My friends and I kept 
an old chair to boost us up.
On lazy summer afternoons,
prescribed rest time,
we’d lie there sky-gazing,
whisper-giggling at our jokes,
naming the cloud animals,
safe in our secret place.


Linda Baie ©