It's been quiet on here for way too long. As ever, this is not because I don't have anything to share, but rather because I have too much, none of it for public consumption.
Kids. They have a way of stimying (sp) creativity like that. (And how DO you spell that word, by the way? Anyone?).
So until I find myself in a position to share my own writing, here is some of my younger son's. He was tasked last week with writing a poem about an extraordinary discover in an ordinary place. Of course, he told me he couldn't do it. It was impossible, he said. No way, he said. But we sat, and brainstormed a few ideas, and this is what he came up with.
The Jam Spider
One morning I came downstairs.
I put some bread in the toaster
And readied my tea.
I reached for the jam jar and opened the lid.
As I did so I noticed a little spider
With sparkling red eyes.
It waved a leg as if to say,
'Some privacy please, while I finish my breakfast.'
So I had honey instead.
Kids. They have a way of stimying (sp) creativity like that. (And how DO you spell that word, by the way? Anyone?).
So until I find myself in a position to share my own writing, here is some of my younger son's. He was tasked last week with writing a poem about an extraordinary discover in an ordinary place. Of course, he told me he couldn't do it. It was impossible, he said. No way, he said. But we sat, and brainstormed a few ideas, and this is what he came up with.
The Jam Spider
One morning I came downstairs.
I put some bread in the toaster
And readied my tea.
I reached for the jam jar and opened the lid.
As I did so I noticed a little spider
With sparkling red eyes.
It waved a leg as if to say,
'Some privacy please, while I finish my breakfast.'
So I had honey instead.
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