We've been reading Anne of Green Gables and started a "golden shovel" poem together (ages ago). I had the kids finish up their poems drafts on Tuesday while I was on campus and it was lovely to see these come through in my email.
Basically, we took a line from AoGG, "The birches in the hollow turned as golden as sunshine," put those words down the righthand side of our page and then wrote into those words. It can be harder than it sounds to pull off!
Here's Benjamin's:
I was meandering through the
countless birches
that made up the greenwood in
Tongass NationalForest. The
fir and maple hollow
that I found myself turned in turned
into a burning torch as
the golden
flames reached the temperature as
burning sunshine.
Here's Zoë's:
I wander through the
tangle of oak and birches
searching for a meadow in
the woods. I follow the
sound of a brook and find a hollow
tree with mushrooms, turned
on it’s side, looking as
a dog does, lying in the meadow with golden
flowers looking as
the warm sunshine.
And here's Alexander's:
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