Afternoon Walk: Day 24

I’m a pretty faithful beach walker, often logging miles several days a week out on the shore.  Today, I decided to take an urban walk, exploring a path not far from home.  The first half mile was a pretty steep climb–my device registered it as 19 floors!  I crossed a bridge and headed off a dirt pathway were I had views of the city below.

On my return trip I got the downhill portion of the walk and felt my heart in my throat when I nearly stepped on a snake!  But it did inspire today’s poem.

skinny snake

Skinny Snake

 

Late afternoon

as the sun heads west

is the perfect time

for a walk.

 

The birds chatted

conversing

with squirrels and lizards,

the whitewashed fence

a perfect porch.

 

Drought-stricken trees

strick a pose against

the baby blue April sky.

 

My feet carried me

across the miles

the dirt, the gravel, the leaves

back to the asphalt

where I crossed paths

with skinny snake,

also walking.

 

We froze

in our tracks

scared still

by the sight of the other

until the breeze whispered

and we parted ways.

 

Douillard 2018

bird on a fence

dead tree

And a few poems about poetry written by my students.  It’s such fun to watch their poetry skills grow over the course of the month!

Poetry is Many Things

 

Poetry is a magical treasure of words

in many different forms

hidden away in a jungle
where the birds sing their songs of inspiration

warming the spark in you that makes
you look at the poems in the clear diamonds on leaves.

 

Bryce

I love when a line in a poem catches me by surprise…

Poetry Is

Poetry is ideas floating onto a blank piece of paper

and rivers of words rush onto a page.

Powerful words stick out

like a Ferris wheel at the crowded fair.

Onomatopoeia brings poems to life

and similes crash like waves in the ocean.

After all the commotion

a poem is born.

Koa

And when you can feel emotion…

Poetry Is

Poetry is like the last rays of sun on a sunset

it leaves with beauty and sadness at the same time

poetry is like a song that sings forever

and when you forget

it will always whisper back.

Avi

And one more…

Poetry is…

Poetry flows in my mind like the ocean

Softy and gentle like a breeze

Fragrant like a rose

paints a picture in my mind

When I hear poetry it sounds like nature

When I start a poem it tastes ripe and fresh

Poetry is a feeling in your heart

Cody

Enjoy your walk through some poetry today!

 

 

 

 

3 thoughts on “Afternoon Walk: Day 24

  1. Pingback: #NPM2018: What Poem will you Carry? | Reflections on the Teche

    1. kd0602 Post author

      Hi Margaret. My class was so excited that you chose to carry Avi’s poem today! And Avi was speechless! Thanks for letting me know.
      Kim

      Reply

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