Mrs. Watson still remembers the poem she memorized in elementary school:
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Ms. Brannon chose "Still I Rise" by Maya Angelou
Ms. Rice likes "Everything is waiting for you" by David Whyte
Click the titles to hear their choices.
Frau Conniff wrote and shared:
To Class in the Snow
Walking lightly so as not to slip
I raise my eyes
under the rim of my hood.
But only for a second
because I too must avoid
the white snow
that leaves its mark
in black streaks
down the cheeks
of perfectly made-up girls.
By Kara Conniff