Ducks, Requests, & a Poetry Peek with Emma

Word Play

Photo by Amy LV

Students - Today's poem grew out of a request.  On Wednesday, I received the following e-mail:

It was great fun to come home from teaching a class and to find this note.  I loved sitting in snowy Holland, NY, imagining classrooms of students - across the whole world from me - reading all about ducks this term. So this one is for you, for Rose and for all of the teachers and children and duck lovers in Murray Bridge, South Australia.  Thank you for the idea, and so many happy wishes to you for a celebration of ducky books over the next few weeks.  I welcome you to send some of your own poems (ducky or not) to be published here in this space should you wish.

Sometimes writing from someone else's idea can take you in a new direction than you might have ever found on your own.  This can be a gift indeed.

You will notice that today's poem is full of wordplay.  I very much enjoyed playing with the words in this poem. I started with thinking about waddle and paddle and then just looked for more by using RhymeZone, one of my favorite little workbenches online.  It's a joy to let the words burble around in my mouth sometimes, just listening to them snuggle up next to each other.  And of course I like writing in the voice of another, writing a mask poem, today asa mama duck.

Here is a great little clip of a duck swimming.  You can really see those feet at work.

If you would like a bit of information to go along with your duck books and poetry, you can learn more about ducks at The Cornell Lab of Ornithology site, All About Birds or a-z animals

Today I am so pleased to welcome fifth grade poet Emma Trowbridge, a student of my friend, library media specialist Dr. Vida Zuljevic at Rosalind Franklin STEM Elementary in Pasco, Washington.  A couple of weeks ago, Vida wrote me a note about Emma that read, in part, "Yesterday, she came to give me two new poems and I said jokingly "Emma, you are like a poetry machine" and we both laughed. Then she looked at me and said "I don't know why, but where ever I look I see a poem in it. I sit and write, and that's it!"

This Poetry Peek is in honor of Emma's writing and in honor of Vida's work in encouraging her.  Welcome, Emma!

First, none of my poems would be available without my AWESOME library teacher. She realized my talent and asked me to write more. Now a lot of people can see my poems. To get inspiration, you have to look around the world. You could write about changing seasons, maybe about your family, or something beautiful; something in your life. I love writing poems. It puts light into my life like the brightness of a burning torch. In other simpler words, it makes me happy that I can make others happy through poetry.

Dog, Sort of…

Emma Trowbridge

A dog is a man’s best friend.

They’ll always have a paw to lend.

I have one myself. Well sort of, in a way.

If you ask my baby sister, here’s what she will say,

She’ll say she’s a dog, even though she’s not.

She’s crazy, I’ll admit, but I still love her a lot.

She crawls on the floor like a dog on its feet

If you tell her to sit down, she will take a seat.

I’m okay with her being a puppy and not a girl,

But if she ever licks me, I swear, I’d hurl!

I was busy doing my homework and my sister was bugging me. “Bark. Bark! BARK!” She wouldn’t stop barking. I knew in a flash to write a poem.

The Important Thing About My Dad

Emma Trowbridge

The important thing about my dad 

is that he supports me in everything I do

and I am thankful for my dad.

He is in the army.

He loves me.

He has a very sharp mind.

He also wears glasses, like me.

He doesn’t always smile

But he can bring joy to anyone

 in any tough or exciting situation.

But the most important thing about my dad 

is that he supports me in everything I do

and that I’m thankful for my dad.

My dad inspires me. He supports me and he makes me happy I decided to write a poem about someone who is special to me and that’s him.

Winter

Emma Trowbridge 

White snow like fluffy, white kitten on the road

Ice on windows, excited kids everywhere that it hangs

Never ending fun for all of the hyper snowman builders and it’s

Time for hot cocoa, brown like a hibernating bear

Eating peppermint sticks  off of the Christmas tree like sneaky bandits and getting

Ready for another day of fun tomorrow.

I love winter. In fact, it’s my favorite season. I am inspired by the white snow. It makes me think of kittens; lots and lots of white kittens. So I wrote up this poem.

Mattresses

Emma Trowbridge

I walk into a mattress store 

and all I see are beds galore! 

I jump on mattresses almost piled to the top. 

Jumpity-jump and a hop-hop-hop.

Then finally I see a memory foam bed

I practically fly over just to try to rest my head.

I am super tired from jumping around

So I pass out instantly like I fell on the ground. 

When I walk up, I see my mom. 

She says to get up now, 

because it’s time for my prom!

I thought up something random. Sometimes, you can just go crazy with it and let your mind run wild. Just like the girl in this poem.

Giving Trees

Emma Trowbridge

There is a thing that has thick, brown bark.

It is no dog or a great white shark.

It’s not even an animal but it does still matter.

The size of this thing is so very much fatter.

The thing that I am describing to you is a tree

And they all have an impact on you and me.

I’ll tell you the reason why, and it’s this:

They give us oxygen through photosynthesis.

That’s not the only reason we need them so much.

In a way, trees are like our wooden crutch.

They give us syrup from sap and all our paper, too.

So now you see the reason; I’m sure you do.

We have to save them quick before they all die out. 

So go ahead and save the world, let out a big shout.

We can all save the world, or just you or just me.

Let’s save the population of the giving tree.

My mom was driving me somewhere and I happened to have paper. I was looking outside and I saw a tree stump. It reminded me of trees and that’s when inspiration struck.

Poetic Poem

Emma Trowbridge

To be an inspired poet

You have just to look around.

Be confident because there’s no inspiration

When you are looking at the ground.

Everyone can be a poet;

You just have to try

Don’t copy anybody’s work though

Or they’ll think you’re sly.

You can copy techniques though,

Or some different ways to write.

You can write a factual poem

Like on the zooming speed of light!

You can also write a humorous poem, 

One to tickle your funny bone.

You can get inspiration by looking

At a blanket that’s neatly sewn.

My point is that poems aren’t hard to write,

So write on, you’ll surely be alright.

Thank you so much to Emma for sharing these rich and joyous poems and thoughts with us today.  And thank you to Vida for bringing her work to The Poem Farm.

Paul is hosting today's Poetry Friday roundup over at These 4 Corners.  As is true each week, all are welcome to join the poetry fun, to learn new poems, find new friends.

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