Wednesday, June 20, 2012

"Third Grade" a poem

Third Grade

Summer is
a pier.

Where school,
schedules, recitation,
are left behind
within locked halls.

Where she lifts her chin, listens
as mountain's cool breeze
recites poetry
against sandy lake shore.

Where laughter, silliness,
exhaustion from yelling,
are the only rules.

Where to her horror,
she notices the right angle
the pier makes with the shore.

by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, June 20, 2012

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Yes, my third grader was HORRIFIED when this "math" thought popped into her mind this summer.  I was secretly pleased :)  These photos I took with my iPhone.


TexWisGirl said...

ha ha! :)

Brian Miller said...

hah you did learn something this year...smiles....i would not mind a sit on that dock though...

Lisa Gordon said...

So funny!
the first image here, is just GORGEOUS, Margaret.

Silvina Soave said...

Preciosas imágenes, me encanta la del muelle!.Muy bueno tu blog.Saludos desde Argentina!

Ginnie said...

Ohhhh. She's growing up before your vewry eyes!