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In my backyard we have a huge greenbelt. There are a lot of birds, frogs, and even rabbits. One particular rabbit hangs out right at the edge of the blackberry brambles. He’s a cute little guy, who’ll put on a show and even let me get close. I wrote a poem about our pet bunny:
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I remember back in sixth grade my friend’s dad had a computer. We’d often play around on it. When we made a mistake, the words syntax error would scroll across.
The students in my class love to work on the laptops. Sometimes it can get a bit crazy. When I read this poem to the children they asked me “Why’d you have to lay your head down?” http://www.roykindelberger.com/ideas-for-kids.html My dad left a story on his computer. I also found a letter he wrote, and I turned into a poem. Apparently he wrote more, but I can’t find it. It has something to do with him downloading Vista on top of his old Microsoft Word and lost some stuff. The story I found was one he told my girls, which they kept secret from me. Now, almost two years later they’ve forgotten the secret. So here is what I have…Maybe you can turn his words into a story or poem…I haven’t yet…
THE LEGEND OF THE FROGS ON THE LOGS There are many strange things in this world, dark things, things that come in your dreams and stay awhile so when you awake you see the moving shadows in the dark that look like screams. What does a scream look like; maybe one will come visit you tonight. Opps, I am so sorry if I gave you a shiver, there is nothing in this story to be afraid of, is there? Deep in the dark woods there is a pond, surrounded by very old trees whose branches hang down over it, not allowing the sun to touch it. The water is the color of dirty green, as if the gooiest mud was mixed with the green of the faded fall leaves. The water is very still with bugs flitting over the surface, never quite landing as if they are afraid of what lies beneath. Floating on the pond is a log that has floated there as long as time remembers and on the log sits a very old, very fat frog. The frog is so old that it is covered in wrinkles and so fat its scaly green sides hang over the log, almost touching the water but not quite because, you see, it knows what lies below. For as long as long remembers the frog has set on his log. Slllippp, oh excuse me. Frogs get hungry to and a juicy bug is too much to pass up and our frog never passes up a tasty morsel that may fly too close. I also posted it here: http://www.roykindelberger.com/ideas-for-kids.html I wrote the following on my homepage:
Welcome! I teach, write, and read. I created this website for others who share my passion. I thank you for stopping by. Oh, and why the orange font? A poem forthcoming! I remember when I was five or six. I’d play Sorry with my Great Grandfather. I always remember when I grabbed the yellow pegs; he’d insist they were orange. I just went along with it. Here’s a poem I wrote about those memories: http://www.roykindelberger.com/my-poems.html (second poem on the page) I thought of this poem, because I discovered my student’s made funny noises, when they asked me a question. When I’d give an answer they didn’t like, they’d plead with me but also make weird animal and other noises. My student’s helped me out with this poem, and we plan some audio/video presentation. We had a lot fun.
Here is what we have so far: http://www.roykindelberger.com/ideas-for-kids.html I read a poem by Robert Frost to my students, The Last Word of the Bluebird: http://www.americanpoems.com/poets/robertfrost/733
I told the children about a blue jay I saw on the street on a spring day. I swerved, not that I thought I’d hit it, but because I was amazed, “What is that blue jay doing on the side of the road?” The Children wanted me to write about the first word of the blue jay and here it is: http://www.roykindelberger.com/ideas-for-kids.html For the second year in a row I’m participating in the Relay For Life for the American Cancer Society. If you’d like to join the team, donate, and/or walk, please visit the following link:
http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR/RelayForLife/RFLFY11GW?pg=team&fr_id=34068&team_id=929577 Four years ago my Mom and Dad walked, three years ago my Mom walked, while my brother and I took care of Dad. Last year my Mom and I walked together in memory of my Dad. This year we’ll do it again. I wrote this poem, with some my Dad’s words, on the first day of NaPoWriMo. I’ve made some edits and posted it here: http://www.roykindelberger.com/my-poems.html |
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