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but then I drove home with the windows open, and the sky was so blue, and the air had that delightful fall feeling that's somehow warm and chilly at the same time,
and then lines of a poem were bouncing through my mind, begging to be wrestled with and laid out into something real.
So please check back later this week for a peek into the cool things that are happening in my classroom for the next few weeks! Meanwhile, here's the poem, which started out as a nature poem, and then when I decided the first line was going to be "now", it turned into something that wanted to feel like "After Many Springs" by Langston Hughes.
when the tired sun sinks low a little earlier,
stretching long shadows that twine together
reaching for something they can't quite grasp
and wispy clouds spread like freshly carded cotton
suspended in a sky so blue you might fall up
and soar away like diving into clear water,
the playful breeze carries whiffs of chill,
teasing ghosts of goosebumps across my arms
that vanish almost before they appear.
What are those faint echoes shimmering on the wind?
Fleeting shouts and giggles,
splashes of color on a silvery bell,
spindly shadows marching as one.