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Driving around a couple of days ago, I saw this drooping sunflower. I felt sad when I remembered its glory just two months before. Then I felt happy, thinking about ten months from now, when all of its sunflower babies will be standing tall, some nearby and some far away.
Students - This poem is simply a description, a word picture, of one sunflower at two times in its life. You probably noticed that this poem is divided into two stanzas, and each one takes place during a different month. In this poem, I wished to snap a wordshot of how a sunflower's head position changes over time.
A writer thinks much like being a scientist. Look closely. Quiet down. Observe. Today on the playground or later at home, stare at things. Let one image capture you like a prisoner, and do not look away. If you are reading this in writing workshop now, walk over to the window or take a walk outside. Be wowed by an image. Then write your description, as finely and truly as you are able.
As always, I would love to read any student poems that grow from your visits here. Teachers, please leave a note in the comments if you are willing to share student work on a Poetry Peek Friday!
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"...as seeds deeply weep into earth."
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As a wanna-be poet, I'll be following your blog. As a homeschooling mother, I'll be gleaning ideas to share with my children. I'd love to see my eldest daughter, my writer girl, see poems out the window.
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Love the photographs!! I also love that it was the images that inspired your poem and that you shared them with us!! I noticed some sunflowers just last week and felt exactly what you did!
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Charles, Thank you, friend. A.
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Monica, Oh, I hope you will join our Poetry Friday community....so many of us join and share everything-poetry each Friday. If you check my left column, you can see the roundup. We welcome you! When I learned about poems hiding everywhere, my life changed forever! A.
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Suzy, We must be kindred spirits! I just want to hug those droopy sunflowers. Happy fall! A.