I am at the Boothbay Literacy Retreat experiencing the most awesome professional development EVER (and food!). Being supported by Kylene Beers, Bob Probst, Kelly Gallagher, Penny Kittle, Teri Lesesne, and Linda Rief (along with the Heinemann staff) is truly uplifting. Not to mention the inspiring words (that had me laughing and crying) from Chris Crutcher and Kwame Alexander.
Kylene gave us homework (which was not a choice– she’s not Penny Kittle, after all) to create our own poem using the mentor text, Where I’m from by George Ella Lyons. After much hemming and hawing, erasing and scribbling, here is my not-quite-finished, but has-to-be-good-enough poem:
Where I’m From
I am from dirt roads
winding through sun and shade
I am from wildflower-filled fields
tickling my cheeks).
I am from butterflies
the birds and the bees
whose dances and songs I remember
as if they were my own.
I’m from rocky shores
slippery from hidden treasures
I am from Atlantic ocean waves
that freeze off my ankles
And take my breath away.
I am from pink beach roses
with fragrant kisses
and deceiving seagulls that badger me.
I am from cool brooks
bubbling through woodland forests
From scampering creatures tolerating
the presence of me
feasting on blackberries along their paths
and delicate lady slippers
To discover a soft patch of moss
that will hold all of my dreams.
I am from these moments
Playing outside endlessly
until being called back in.