Today we turned to William Carlos Williams for inspiration. Using the book A River of Words: The Story of William Carlos Williams by Jen Bryant, I introduced my students to William Carlos Williams. I wanted to continue the focus on the ordinary as well as show a poet who continued his writing while working as a doctor. I’ve been working to dispel the myth that poetry has to rhyme…and this book definitely helped make that point!
Once we learned a bit about Williams, we studied two of his poems to use as mentor texts for our own poems. The Red Wheelbarrow surprised my students. It seemed so short and so simple at first glance…and then they started to notice. The word glazed really caught their attention…and made them think of doughnuts rather than rain coated wheelbarrows. Then we started to play around with how to put our own content into a poem like The Red Wheelbarrow. My third grade students could hardly contain themselves…they were so excited about writing! Here’s a couple of their efforts:
With Caleb’s you can see the influence of living by the sea
The Colorful Afterglow
So much depends
upon
a colorful
afterglow
swarming with
bright colors
beside the turquoise
ocean
Luca captured the beauty of the ordinary
The Tree Full of Leaves
So much depends
on
a tree full of
leaves
being a home to
animals big and
small
standing tall over
the dirt path.
And Sloane turned her attention to a rock and strayed from a “so much depends” first line to create her own version of a poem inspired by WCW.
The Rock
So much pressure
is on
the rock by the river
feathered in river water
beside the ringing sound
of the river
We then turned our attention to Williams’ This is Just to Say. They noticed right away that it seemed like a conversation–that the poet was talking to someone in this poem. And that he seemed sorry…but not really sorry. This poem seemed to give them permission to be playful…and even try out teasing their teacher!
Sagan knew I would appreciate this one (can you tell what conversation we have over and over again?):
Oops…
I forgot to show my thinking
in my math homework
again
even though it said to
show your thinking
I’m sorry
but at the same time
it’s way faster
and way more efficient
And Piper stretched to see use how far she could take a bit of teasing, making me the subject of her poem
This is Just to Say
Mrs. Douillard
I have destroyed
your classroom
which you were probably
going to use
to teach kids in
Forgive me
I was just trying
to have a good time
Some students played around with different foods, inspired by WCW’s refreshing sounding plums
Nathalie tried cherries
This is Just to Say
I have eaten
the cherries that
were in the bowl
and which you
were saving for dessert
tomorrow
Forgive me
they were so sweet
and delicious
While Aspen imagined ice cream
This is Just to Say
I ate your ice cream
that was in your lunch
which you were probably
saving for after your
chicken
please forgive me
it just tasted so creamy
and so refreshing
We had so much fun on this second day of National Poetry Month! Here’s my poem for the day:
Feeding Time
So much depends
upon the sea pulling back
revealing shallow
pools
teeming with tiny fish
and crustaceans
beside the hungry white
egret
©Douillard
Wow! Your class was busy! You guys have created a wonderful collection of poems inspired by William Carlos Williams. You have some marvelous poets in your class, and I love how they felt free to tease you in their writing. Clearly, they’re having fun playing with words. Your NPM is off and running!
Before morning’s sunrise
when light filters
in from above,
I imagine only the colors
I want to truly love
so
this is just to say …
the wheelbarrow remains
empty until full
-Kevin
At twilight
When light filters
An auburn glow
Holding on to
It’s life,
Night creeps in,
A slow slip
Into black velvet:
Sorry sun:
I’m back again.
~ Sheri
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a #NationalPoetryMonth Day dose of @dogtrax and students for today’s excellent #NPM19 digital #poetrybombing (just to say)
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