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. Joyce Kilmer | 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 and squint 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 |
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