The creatures, there are a quartet (a poem in a minor scale).
We have enjoyed a glorious time exploring the words and ideas of Emily Dickinson, Shel Silverstein, and William Carlos Williams. As a quick exercise we all gonged out quatrains about our afternoon. Here’s mine.
If I was the teacher
If it was up to me, people,
I would have had three lunches
Recess would go all morning long
Students would play fun games.
There would be no homework ever.
We’d watch a film or two.
If only I was the teacher.
Oh wait…I guess I am.
The creatures, they are a quartet
Usually I like odd numbers most
but I like four because
the creatures, there are a quartet;
they scream and sing and play.
A note is missing with just three.
Kids ain’t cheap, most h’aint free.
A billion bucks apiece I’d spend
to keep each one always.
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Because on a winter day (a warm blustery poem).
