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Monday, September 02, 2013

Monday Poetry Stretch - School Supplies

Some folks are already back at school (myself included), but many begin in earnest tomorrow. After a bit of back-to-school shopping yesterday and some (I'm not too proud to say it) salivating over the shiny new items in the office supply aisle, I can't stop thinking about about my obsession for school supplies.

One of my favorite poems about a school supply item is this one by Daniel J. Langton.
School
by Daniel J. Langton 
I was sent home the first day
with a note: Danny needs a ruler.
My father nodded, nothing seemed so apt.
School is for rules, countries need rulers,
graphs need graphing, the world is straight ahead. 
Read the poem in its entirety.
I hope you'll write a little something about a school supply item this week. Please share a link to your poem or the poem itself in the comments. In the meantime, I'll be dreaming about those colored pencils.

5 comments:

  1. Staple Remover

    Most ferocious
    of fishes, all
    mouth almost,

    huge-toothed
    slaverer over
    silver slivers;

    what midwife
    down deep dark
    delivered your

    shark’s-heart,
    carnivorous
    atrociousness?

    Is life an art
    of lasting marks—
    or is your grasp

    on hook or hasp
    a craft of vast
    unfastenings?

    © 2013 Steven Withrow, all rights reserved

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  2. Nice, Steven!


    Eraser

    How come there’s more
    pencil than eraser?
    Don’t they know
    how many mistakes I make?
    How many times
    I change my mind?

    —Kate Coombs, 2013
    all rights reserved

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  3. What if. . .

    What if no one at school likes me?
    What if everybody stares?
    What if I forget my lunchbox?
    What if no one ever shares?

    What if I fall down at recess?
    What if they laugh at my name?
    What if someone is a bully?
    What if no one’s glad I came?

    What if no sits beside me?
    What if all my pens are blue?
    What if Mom calls on my cell phone?
    What if none of this is true?
    THEN I’LL LOVE SCHOOL!

    ©2013 Jane Yolen all rights reserved

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  4. MAGIC PENCIL

    with a wiggle
    and a scratch
    my thoughts
    appear on paper

    with a wiggle
    and a rub
    TA-DA!
    they disappear!

    Copyright © 2013 Anastasia Suen All Rights Reserved.

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  5. PEN(NY) FOR YOUR THOUGHTS

    Cerulean ink drains my thoughts onto composition paper.
    Spilling my hopes that Grandpa will soon check out of the
    Hospital so Grandma’s tears will dissipate.
    Testifying to Dad’s hunched shouldered, haggard faced
    Exhaustion after working double shifts back to back days.
    Disclosing of Mom’s frantic check writing, catching up
    On bills that flow in our mailbox faster than she can
    Finesse them out into the world.
    Admitting that life’s constant whirlwind has me gnawing
    At my nails with the fury of a bear eating its supper.
    Who knew that this sometimes splotchy instrument calms
    My nerves better than cartoons, recess or Sunday afternoon
    Car rides?

    (C) Charles Waters 2013 all rights reserved.

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