Scapegoat

They are everywhere.

They won’t go back in.

All this squish and wiggle…

I grab one, and three escape.

They cannot be swept, and now I must hide this ruined broom.

 

I would let it all go,

except for the others who will blame me.

They will frown upon me.

Even in my confidence, they will hold their scorn,

but roll their eyes to each other when I look away.

They will complain about the mess, the slime,

the sound of stickiness.

 

I did something very natural;

the blame should not be at my feet, glistening as they are, with shiny trails.

The fault is his who came before me.

 

Who in their right mind would put worms in a can?

 

He speaks to her

Rachel really likes the poetry of William Carlos Williams.  Actually, all the kids enjoyed his poem “This is Just to Say.”

But Rachel enjoyed it so much that she immediately responded by writing her own poem.

For years, the girls have loved Saturday mornings when Sid is home and drinking his coffee.  Sidling up to Daddy to steal swigs of his coffee became an early ritual, from the time they were toddlers.

She finished with her signature stick flamingo after her name.

William Carlos Williams Inspired

I often have the children do a 10 minute free write on Fridays.  Sometimes I sit and write with them.  It is good for me to realize how hard the writing tasks I give them can be.

This past Friday, I asked them to write a poem in the style of William Carlos Williams’ The Red Wheelbarrow, which we had studied all week.  I told them to focus on simplicity, brevity and concrete images.

When the time beeped, we took turns reading our poems aloud.  To my surprise, three of the kids used the form of their poem to create their image, like Williams did.  I never thought to challenge them in that way.

Below is 15 yo Sidney’s poem, which I am sure he wrote to please his flamingo-loving sister . . . . .

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Lincoln focused on Christmas.  In case, you have trouble reading his scrawl, it reads

“So many depend upon a fat red coated whiskered man in a jingling sleigh”

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Rachel, like me, focused on simplicity . . . . . .

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Nine-year-old Prairie performed the most challenging feat of all . . .

Her poem takes the shape of Jesus in the manger.  In case you missed it, the words “love, hope, peace” at the top are the streams of light or the halo that is typically glowing over baby Jesus’ head in paintings.