This week's poetry stretch was to write a poem inspired by the image below.
When I saw this photo, I couldn't help but compare it to this one of my son.
I began thinking about two boys, worlds apart, engaged in the same activity. Here is the poem that resulted.
Two Boys Build
Near the Bay of Bengal
and the Chesapeake Bay,
two boys build.
Covered in sand
they dig,
scoop,
dump, pat,
repeat.
They sit back,
evaluate, and
admire their work.
Both wonder when
rolling waves
will flatten their
creations.
After destruction comes,
they build
again—more carefully,
solidly, passionately,
imaginatively.
Divided by time,
language, country
and culture,
united by this
simple childhood
pleasure,
two boys build.
Wow, Tricia such a lovely poem showing the similarities of children no matter where they are from, yet the differences are mountainous!
ReplyDeleteoh, I like this one a lot.
ReplyDeleteTricia,
ReplyDeleteThis poem is really good! Thanks for sharing it.
Have a wonderful Mother's Day!
Hi Tricia,
ReplyDeleteI love the poem and photos and, of course, it wasn't long before David Wiesner's Flotsam washed up on the beach of my imagination.
tess
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