Parents were invited to read poetry as well, either something they had written, or a favorite written by someone else. Code-man told me I had to come, and I had to write and read a poem. "It's easy," he insisted. In fact, he made up this 5-W poem standing at the bus stop that morning:
from dawn to dusk
all through the house
because he wants to.
I thought that was kind of harsh, and not at all true, so I made up this one (inspired by actual events):
Bubby and Pal
play with trains
in the living room
because it's fun.
I also wrote this Haiku, because, well, Haiku is easy:
The time passed by so quickly.
On to middle school!
I was all set to read them, really I was, but because of a brain fart that accelerated our departure, I forgot my 3x5 cards at home, and I wasn't sure I'd actually be able to remember them under the pressure of 60 pairs of eyes gazing at me expectantly. And then there's the fact that when Mrs. B asked if any parents had any poetry to read, no one else stood up or raised their hand or anything. Oh, right, and I didn't know if I'd be able to get through that Haiku without sobbing. My mom would have recited something, had she been there (but she's a lot braver than me)...
Chip says I should host a poetry contest on my blog, and I say "why (would I want to do that? There would be) not (more than 3 people who would actually enter)?" So leave a comment with an original poem. Heck, feel free to leave 5 or 10, just so it looks like I've gotten a lot of response. I'll post my favorites in, say, a week. I'll even draw a random poem to receive a fabulous prize (that has some restrictions).
Here are a couple of my favorites from Code-man's volume of poetry, titled "Peaceful Poetry":
Black is the night sky.
It is a black cat running by.
Black is space and all that is in it.
Black is rich soil and a pit that has no end.
Black is a storm cloud waiting to rain.
Black is a stormy night.
It is the spent coal after the fire.
Black is a quiet lake at night.
Black smells like smoke.
Courage is like a boulder.
They are both strong,
but can have cracks and dents.
Courage almost never moves,
and can stand up to great forces.
It is carved out by different events.