![]() And staring at the mountains staring at me, I felt inspired and wrote another little poem: I wish I could get a decent pic without all the dumb houses but they're still the star of the photo. They are stunning and I took a picture while driving a few days ago. One thing I do love is the view of the snowy mountains near me. To close, we're edging near the end of February and winter's still ok. You know, 3 years before modern pens were invented- ha ha. Also I don't really know the writing implements of his time. Pulling out a leather-bound writing pad with his ink pot and quill. It's different to be out in it, come in, and then write about it." How can I draw on inspiration from within a past moment? I mean I assume that's how he wrote it. ![]() I told Sean, when writing that winter poem, "it's hard to sit here and write about the outside." He told me Robert Frost's poem was very simple and just an observation and I said, "yes, but he was out in it. It might be my favorite thing to write, though it is often quite challenging. I love to read it and I love to write it. This group is great and I'm still figuring out what it should be exactly but I'd call this meeting a success. Anyway, she has some serious talent and I take immeasurable joy at hearing serious-effort writing by kids. I was telling Sean about it later and he joked, "you're like, 'would you mind taking a look at my poetry?'" For real. She said, "I wanted it to be about movement." I was like, UHHHH. She explained parts to me and concerns she had while writing it. Later when it was just she and i, we talked about it more. I snapped a pic and feel it's important to include her actual writing: ![]() And I asked if I could publish it and she said yes. It was written in paragraph style and had definite rhythm but it just did what it wanted. Free verse? Like something to be read at a poetry slam. I felt like I had to keep my cool because W-O-W. One of my girls recited her poem and I was basically shocked at how good it was. Pray paths don't cross on impending slope. The good faith bestowed on travelers e'er The snow, from street to street, transfused. Just kidding, it doesn't really have a title. I tried to write it in the style of Frost's and it was kind of hard. ![]() Go outside at some point, be in the snow and cold, notice things, and write a poem about it.Īs mentioned, we had a big blizzardy storm a couple of weeks ago and I wrote a poem of my own. Last time we read Robert Frost's winter walk poem and I assigned them to do the same. I really want to support writing in girls, but mostly, I just want an excuse to hang out with them. It's just a chance to share something we've done. We discuss a writing prompt for them to work on for the next month and then when we meet again we take turns reading what we've written, weather it's the prompt or anything at all. We meet about once a month and talk about stuff. I have a writing group consisting of 3 tween girls and myself. ![]()
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