My class has just begun our Poetry unit. .. while also preparing for state testing. It just so happens that one of the writing prompts was this beautiful poem by Longfellow. : each line. : takes my breath away.
While I read it to the class in preparation for them to respond, I noticed one boy smiling and chuckling sincerely at certain lines.
It was one of the most precious things I have seen all year long. here is the poem in its entirety to read at your own pace. THE CHILDREN'S HOUR
i walked to Kings yesterday.
my sister was proud of me.
i was exhausted..
[yes, it was only a bit down the street.]
but i was lugging three giant bags of groceries.
through the underground train station.
i saw this commercial on tv the other day and my heart skipped a beat.
i'm pretty easy to impress
hoping it's not a disapointment.
there is nothing that captures the feeling of boutique shopping though
especially attempting to do it with those awkward red carts and mismatched wheels as much as i adore you, Target... .
