Back from break
Jumping right into…
The teacher says, “it’s time for grassroots writing”
There is choice
Ideas bursting from pencils-
I call it joy.
Four boys at the standing table-
“What’s your plan?”
“I’m writing about cation.”
“I’m gonna write about extinction…”
“I’m writing about extinction too.”
*”Hi. I’m Eli. I’m writing about me and my girlfriend.”
Ear to ear grins.
I’m rooting for these writers.
*I’m trying out poetry for my slices this month but I can’t help but write a little more about Eli and his story about his girlfriend. He was so nonchalant about sharing his idea, so I tried to act cool and match his vibe. Once he got started writing, I checked in to see how it was going-really just curious about this little guy’s love story. He was already onto page two. “Can I read what you have so far?” I asked. Page one was all about a date, a spaghetti dinner.
“Does your girlfriend go to our school?” I probe.
He nods and grins.
“Is she in your class?” I ask.
“No,” his smile widens. “She’s in fifth grade… it’s a really true story.”