About Hands on Stanzas
Hands on Stanzas, the educational outreach program of the Poetry Center of Chicago places professional, teaching Poets in residence at Chicago Public Schools across the city. Poets teach the reading, discussion, and writing of poetry to 3 classes over the course of 20 classroom visits, typically from October through April. Students improve their reading, writing, and public speaking skills, and participating teachers report improved motivation and academic confidence. You can contact Cassie Sparkman, Director of the Hands on Stanzas program, by phone: 312.629.1665 or by email: csparkman(at)poetrycenter.org for more information.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Shhhhh....
3rd graders at Alcott this week read D.H. Lawrence's "The White Horse." We talked about silence, and wrote our own poems to make you feel quiet.
Antarctica
a cold blanket of white.
everlasting wind.
my hair moving to the right.
footprints heading east.
-Avery
The Silent Night
The boy tried to sleep but with the house so loud he could not dream then at 9:30 p.m. the whole house was silent his parents came in kissed him goodnight turned out the light and all to be heard was the sound of the old owl sitting on his tree! And
Soon...
the...
boy...
was...
in...
a...
deep...
slumber...
-Delaney
The green grass swaying in the Wind. Getting bent by the people who don't care. getting old getting drenched by the rain and life. we should give thanks to it.
-Nicolaus
The Snow Day
crash goes
the feet
in the Snow!
Wait! quietness!
For all the snow
to fall all
different colors
making no
Noise! For
Everything
to Crash again
and again!
For the
Snow day
to last and last!
For me again!
- Adia
Antarctica
a cold blanket of white.
everlasting wind.
my hair moving to the right.
footprints heading east.
-Avery
The Silent Night
The boy tried to sleep but with the house so loud he could not dream then at 9:30 p.m. the whole house was silent his parents came in kissed him goodnight turned out the light and all to be heard was the sound of the old owl sitting on his tree! And
Soon...
the...
boy...
was...
in...
a...
deep...
slumber...
-Delaney
The green grass swaying in the Wind. Getting bent by the people who don't care. getting old getting drenched by the rain and life. we should give thanks to it.
-Nicolaus
The Snow Day
crash goes
the feet
in the Snow!
Wait! quietness!
For all the snow
to fall all
different colors
making no
Noise! For
Everything
to Crash again
and again!
For the
Snow day
to last and last!
For me again!
- Adia
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1 comment:
hey! claire copyied my pencil and paper to make her paper! i said those things but she wrote MY idea! NOT FAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- avery
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