Evan's assignnment last night was to write a poem using 10 of his 25 spelling words. He wrote this completely on his own and came to me with the finished product. The idea was his own and the words are all his too. I always thought he was secretly a grown up in a kids body. I love the way he writes.
Postcards oh postcards. Those little delights. They take you away from your boring old lives. Working on essays maintaining companies and massaging the everlasting headache. A glimpse of paradise is all you need to let your mind loose to set it free! As the excitement bubbles inside yourselves you examine the features of the postcard. You see a forest, lush with plant life, alive, moving, but most of all you see paradise. As the backgrounds sink into your head you are jerked from behind. You look up from your newly found paradise to see businessmen with Rolex watches. You see people bumping in to each other and yelling out hallow apologies. All this time you were still in the city experiencing the hustle and bustle of daily commute. But in your mind you were white water rafting in the Amazon, and panning for gold in California. You might even have been riding a scooter around Greek ruins. You’ll remember where you want to be more than where you are.
Moral of the story: It doesn’t matter where you are. All you need to do to go away is set your mind free.
Very true.
Posted by: Casdok | January 25, 2008 at 11:00 AM
You have some talented kids! Great poem! When will he start a blog? Heh!
Posted by: Pocklock | January 25, 2008 at 01:36 PM
No truer words!!!! Well said
Posted by: Cylithria | January 25, 2008 at 10:27 PM
Okay Clickmom - which 10 words were the spelling words? I think I've picked out some of them, but I'm not sure about all 10. Please tell us!
Posted by: Laura | January 27, 2008 at 04:37 PM
He can't remember which ones were the spelling words!
He can only pick out 6-
essays
companies
headache
features
backgrounds
apologies.
We got him a new novel today- so his nose will be in a book every waking moment until it's finished- (Not complaining, just saying!) If I can excavate the original with the words underlined I'll let you know what the others were.
Posted by: clickmom | January 27, 2008 at 07:28 PM