Today in seventh grade we read a poem from the Poetry Friday Anthology for Middle School about what you can see out the window. The poem, by Lesléa Newman, is called "After the Blizzard, Outside my Window." It's a sonnet, describing the "tuxedo cat" and other creatures that can be seen in the snow. The concluding couplet is: "To think that all of this is mine for free, / The world is so much better than TV!"
No sooner had I finished reading the poem than the kids started protesting. They have big walls around their houses. They can't see anything out their windows. Their parents don't want them at the window because people will see them, and they might get kidnapped. There are power lines and that's all. Amused at their vehemence, I put up a topic on the board for their consideration:
After they left, it was my free period, and I was supposed to write quizzes, but instead I wrote my own sonnet. Here it is:
Why I Can’t Look Out the Window
You say the world is better than TV
And I imagine that you haven’t lied
But when I go out on my balcony
My mother tells me to come back inside.
She worries about kidnapping and such
And anyway, all I can see is wall
Topped with barbed wire, painful to the touch,
And really, there is nothing else at all.
Well, there’s a power line, and there’s a bird
And blue skies way up there, with wispy cloud
But Mom is asking if I haven’t heard.
I’d look some more, but I am not allowed.
I will explore the world once I am able
But while I’m waiting, I’ll make do with cable.
Ruth, from thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
I shared it with the eighth graders who came in the next period, and talked a little bit about the Great Conversation. When the seventh graders came back in the afternoon, I shared it with them, too. You guys, I just love my job.
Here's a poem I wrote a while ago about the sounds I hear from my house.
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