I loved participating in the March SOLSC. I'm so glad we have Tuesday Slice of Life all year! I have a few more memories I'd like to write about before I focus on other things, and since it is National Poetry Month, I'll do it in poems. I was remembering how fun recess was when I was a kid.
Not Ready to Go In Yet
The tetherball whips around
and around.
Slap, punch, hit
until it winds and winds
and can't be stopped.
Blisters erupt
from swinging on monkey bars,
but that doesn't stop me.
Count until I beat the record.
Pop those blisters until water runs.
Jump, jump, jump
take turns holding the rope.
Sing-song rhymes.
Laugh.
Hop out, hop in.
Oops. Start over.
Chase the boys,
the boys chase us.
No one ever catches anyone.
What would we do
if we did?
Swing up high,
make the metal legs pop out of the ground.
Can I possibly swing any higher?
Yes.
Higher than you.
1, 2, 3...Jump!
No! It can't be time to go in.
Extra recess today?
Pleeeeeease?!
Just a little poetry inspiration from Naomi Shihab Nye...
