|Salt rug artists at work.|
We are looking forward to this year's creations. In the meantime, we've been making our own. We're studying free-verse poetry. My son enjoyed "Fog," by Carl Sandburg."
We also drafted our own poems using a list. My youngest's list poem was about leprechauns. My son used the names of his friends, and my oldest did a list poem of possible date options for a werewolf:
Wallace Werewolf's Dating Options
Barbara Banshee: Screams at the tiniest thing.
Wanda Witch: Won't stop waving her wand.
Philipa Phantom: Thinks she can play the piano.
Ginerva Ghost: I can never give her a hug.
Violet Vampire: Very odd dinner dates.
Zinia Zombie: Loses her brain.
Franny Frankenstein: She might zap me.
Sally Sea Monster: Can't be out of water for more than 2 hours.
Who to choose? They're all perfect.
I try to join my children when they do their poems. This time, I did a memory poem:
Memories I'd Forgotten
Earliest memory: Maybe four years old, playing on Grandma's cream linoleum floor. Asking for a cookie. Grandma says, "Ask your mom." Knowing then, I'd get none.
First crush: Brown-eyed boy. Name scratched on wood paneling in the darkest corner of the closet.
Drunk goat: Tipsy on rotten apples. Can goats get drunk? Apparently--stumble, bleat--they can.
Moving day: Saying goodbye to the deep, brown earth of farm life. Moving to scratchy desert sand. Purple sunset over red rock mountains makes me feel at home.
May you all have a lovely week and many memories to keep.