Lyricism in the Third Grade…
Owen, along with his classmates, was tasked with writing some poetry for school. They were given the parametres of a variety of poetic formats and asked to write they felt. I was immensely proud of Owen’s poetry, and with his permission am posting some of it here:
Rhyming Couplet:
The moon is big, the moon is white
O my gosh what a sight!
Quatrain:
Chocolate milk how delicious
I would drink it if it came from a pit
Slurping, glurping yum in my tum
Be sure robbers don’t steal it
Acrostic:
Green and soft
Read lovely books on it
Awesome to play in
Sensational to have pic-nics in
Super easy to pick
Haikus:
-Storks-
Slender and skinny
Flying through the air, zooming
Gliding down so fast
-Beetles-
Black and glittery
Creeping slowly up your shirt
Flipping over grass
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Icky, sticky, muck
Eats everything in its sight
It’s a… yumtracky!
-Rabbits-
Fur so soft and smooth
Hops as high as pogo sticks
Sniffing…everything!
Freeverse:
Lights-up with a snap!
Flick, it’s on
like a little man glowing
a lightbulb is so bright
Once there was a ponytail
who ate a pumpkin
… and then …
the wind started to blow
it punched him around …
sobldick – suckbird
he was a duck!
Cinquain:
Trains
pickup, get off
rumbling, stopping, refilling
turning on the light
locomotive
Picture Poetry:
X-boxes
boom-boxes
all you can think of,
giving you the news,
giving you the weather, music thumps
loud from in-side the speakers like
a rampaging elephant.
Poetic Crytogram:
Grass
as high
as an
elephant’s
eye
Ballroom dancing…
About, oh, a million years ago I photographed Owen in a playplace ball room having, well, a ball. He’s older now and we found ourselves at a birthday party at the same playplace for a different friend’s birthday. Really, it must have been…five years ago? More? Here are some photos I took last weekend:
This year Owen was joined by his sister, who last time was too small to go in the ballroom:
Christmas 2009
Christmas was generously held in Kingston again this year, in Jean and Murray’s new digs on the water across from Wolf Island eight floors up.
We played and ate and drank and ate and slept and shopped and soaked and ate. It was a lovely visit.
Globe and Mail Christmas Parté – 2009
Once again we attended the Globe and Mail Christmas party at the Liberty Grand down near Ontario Place. The kids start looking forward to it a month a head of time. They get to meet Santa and Mrs. Claus. Not some old guy in a red suit, but the Real Deal, as you’ll see below. This year, they brought their Christmas lists with them and presented them quite seriously to His Lordship. I carefully scanned their originals earlier in the day, and they presented excellent copies.
Owen was mightily pleased with his racer car (remote or manually zoomable) and had an excellent area with which to put it through its paces:
Owen also became be-snaked, as happens each year as well:
Finn giggled with her Mama and loved her present too (a bear):
Finn charmed all and received a unicorn on her cheek to show for it:
…and was thereafter hugged (in a rare opportunity) by Owen for a nice Christmas photo:
And what is a Christmas party without a little clambering around on things?
It went by very quickly overall, quicker than previous years. Not sure why that happened, except that we saw and chatted with fewer people than we have previously. I think its great the Globe puts on this kind of thing for the kids, right through a global recession. There must have been 300 or so people there all told. We managed a quick thank you to the Publisher on his way out the door.