Some really bad poetry to go along with some really nice photos:

There once was some grass growing green, but in winter it looked like burnt cream. We mowed it and raked it, watered it and shaped it, but in the end all that came up was weeds.

There once were some students in intervention, who hated doing Plato with intention.They whined and they cried when the Chrome books came by and drove their poor teacher insane.

Asters are purple; forget-me-nots are periwinkle. Chocolate is delicious and you tend to twinkle.

Wheat is golden and oats are green. Salmon is best grilled, and is always lean.

I am trying to inspire my students to write some poetry for the community sponsored poetry contest. There are prizes! But it is like pulling teeth to get them to enter. We even started the year writing our own versions of “If You’re Not From…” poems and they are delicious. Some were serious and some were silly, but all of them gave the picture of something each one of them knows so well that they were able to write the details of it. I wrote one with each class and it was fun to wrack my brain coming up with the descriptions for horses, antique tractors, living in the country, and coming from a big family.

This is my favorite stanza from the big family one:

If you’re not from a big family, you don’t know how fast a serving dish empties. You can’t know how fast a serving dish empties. If you sit at the table’s end, don’t count on any milk to lend. The only dish to get the whole way round, will be the lima beans not making a sound. If you’re not from a big family, you don’t know how fast a serving dish empties.