Re-Re just entered that pearly gate,
Left us behind like childhood bait.
Trying to figure out who was that?
Sassy, feisty. She left no lines flat.
Here we are pulling up every song,
Wishing she had stayed a tad more long.
Strange. We feel like we know our icons,
Like we’ve partied with them on their lawns.
Their breaths and their cells, we think we own,
But we learn that they are here on loan.
She’s now been welcomed in heaven’s arms,
Belting out tunes. Turning on the charms!
Lynn M. August 18, 2018
Splat, splat, kids dash at this and that,
June sun. Free. Hair not in a plait.
Kids can laugh, swim, roam, dance and sing,
No more school bells go ding-a-ling.
Blue skies beacon us all outside,
Much time inside- taken in stride.
Vacation plans neatly unfold,
New stories waiting to be told!
Lynn M. June 8, 2018
Oh, the beauty of fresh May,
Smells of newness, we all say.
Ah! At last we surely know,
Warm spring breezes make us glow.
Endured winter’s frosty crust,
Now propelled forth with a thrust.
Into this calming, green May,
Planting smiles throughout the day!
Lynn M. May 12, 2018
In April umbrellas go up,
As frequent rainstorms do erupt!
Flower buds push forward with force,
Leaning on the sun for its source.
It’s Poetry Month for thirty days,
Poems lift us from that humdrum haze.
Birds chirp and celebrate the earth,
Setting the tone for widespread mirth!
Lynn M. April 8, 2018
As we approach National Poetry Month, I had the opportunity to teach the beauty of poems to a group of first graders. They learned that poems are small, lyrical songs!
They each were given a miniature poetry book called I’m Glad I’m Me: Poems About You by Jack Prelutsky. Every day, I would feel a tug on my clothes or hear someone whispering in my ear as each asked if he or she could go up to the document camera and read one of the poems to the class.
Their little voices filled the air as they learned to recite at an audible volume. I had to often say, “Use your outdoor voice,” so that they would speak a tad louder and be heard by all of the students in the room.
They learned to locate rhyming words, saw poems written in shapes from other sources and understood that poems do not necessarily have to rhyme all of the time. They saw that poems can bring joy, laughter and thoughts of reflection.
I really enjoyed listening to their voices as they bravely charted the waters and advanced as future courageous orators. They were exuberant and will probably be looking forward to reading more poems to the class though the poetry unit has ended.
Plutarch said it best when he wrote, “Painting is silent poetry and poetry is painting that speaks!”
Lynn M. March 25, 2018
Many shamrocks all around,
Pots of gold do abound.
Birds chirp of early spring,
Milder weather, it’ll bring.
Gusty winds clear the mind.
Loosening holds that bind.
Yes, enjoy the March breeze,
Glad winter’s gone, so sneeze!
Lynn M. March 10, 2018
Love is always in the air,
For those who reach out and care.
Extend yourself to others,
With the warm love of mothers.
Draw out the best from people,
As if under a steeple.
The way is narrow and straight,
See each one as sacred bait.
Sharing wisdom, hugs and smiles,
To carry them through many miles!
Lynn M. February 3, 2018
Snowflakes falling to the ground,
Gigantic blessings all around.
The most wondrous time of the year,
Sharing so much holiday cheer.
Bell ringers asking for that cash,
Folks shopping, moving in a dash!
Spend, gather, laugh and celebrate,
This year and before it’s too late!
Lynn M. December 2, 2017
Deeply colorful leaves , so rich,
Filling backyards, needing a pitch,
Into piles, then a large trash bag,
May cause those workers’ backs to sag.
Harvest time in so many ways,
Tally the fruit from former days.
Work and toil bring big pay offs,
Full horns-a-plenty rest in lofts!
Time to give thanks for all we’ve gained,
Fill those coffers with all attained!
Lynn M. November 4, 2017
Fallen leaves lay all around,
Yes, autumn is now abound.
Those sweater days are now here,
And wearing light coats is near.
Colorful trees are in sight,
We sigh with all of our might.
Pumpkins, apples to be picked.
Harvest, ready to be nicked.
The beauty of October,
Witnessed. Can make you nobler.
Lynn M. October 7, 2017