We walk into class and after a lecture he gives a a Walt Whitman (iheartWW) poem entitled There Was a Child Went Forth. He read it aloud and then told us that our first assignment would be to write our own poem using the first stanza as our fist stanza and the last three lines as our last three lines. I was all smiles, here's mine:
There was a child went forth every day'
And the first object she look'd upon, that object
she became;
And that object became art of her for the
day, or a certain art of
the day, or for many years, or stretching
cycles of years.
One early morning the child,
bleary eyed, she gazed
out of the window.
Beheld the rising sun
and this she became.
Shining her smile wherever she went.
A puppy, she observed
full of love and energy
and this small creature
became a part of this child.
In the size of her heart
and the courage contained within
Many things became a part of this child
Mountains with snowy tops
pebbles from playgrounds
Sunflowers as big as her head
and little white wild flowers
that popped up every year
as sure as the sun will rise
All these things became a part of this child
and she took them
everywhere she went
They formed her and became
more defined as she grew
These became part of that child who went forth
everyday, and who now goes, and will always
go forth everyday.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
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