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Author: mae
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I volunteer in a 1st grade class. It's always wild and most of the time wonderful.


I found creation today.
Right in the middle of chaos.
Alongside coloring inside the lines
and raising your hand to talk,
I discovered imagination.
It was noisy and it was messy,
and it was sometimes hazardous
to your health,
but it was alive and laughing
and full of dance.
It wasn't always obedient,
and it was often out-of-control
but oh, the joy!
"Look at this!"
"See what I did?"
"Look at mine!"

In a roomful of first-graders
eccentricity is the norm,
originality is expected,
and then, up pops creativity,
like a toy jack-in-the-box
playing Pop Goes the Weasel.
You know it's there,
the song is always the same,
but it's still a surprise.

Fantasy's flights through
a blue bauble sky
with a sally through
cleverly concocting
a chimera to be
defeated by a
brave young knight
cracking jokes.
Invention grows from
dinosaurs, superheroes
and puppies, with a couple
of butterflies thrown in for color.

Smiles broaden as ideas fly.
A poem takes shape and
little chests puff up in pride.
It's not every day
you're part of creation.

Submitted on 2009-01-25 21:34:05     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  Awesome. Just awesome, I love it. I've actually just came from reading your other piece you posted after this one, but didn't really relate to the way you wrote it so refrained from leaving a comment.

But this, this is a great piece of work you've captured children like an art. I wanted to pick a few favourite lines, but as i re-read to find the ones I like the most they all have the same brilliance about them. Although I like the way you added the quotes, that bit made me smile, because you can just imagine the way the say it and the excited expressions on thier face. Also, my favourite line is "little chests puff up in pride" I can just imagine a kid strutting around all proud with thierself. Hey guess I did find favourite bits after all.

A perfect description of young minds at work and play and how they never really become separated for children.

I'll be looking at the rest of your stuff soon.

| Posted on 2009-01-25 00:00:00 | by corruptedspirit | [ Reply to This ]

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