In the classroom,
words fill the air,
hovering above student heads.
I blow gently and
floating words drift,
falling into outstretched hands
dropping into open mouths
forming ideas,
transforming notions,
dribbling out their pens.
In the classroom,
words fill the air,
hovering above student heads.
I blow gently and
floating words drift,
falling into outstretched hands
dropping into open mouths
forming ideas,
transforming notions,
dribbling out their pens.
Shawn Bird is an author, poet, and educator in the beautiful Shuswap region of British Columbia, Canada. She is a proud member of Rotary.
The magic of teaching 🙂 felt like you put a spell on them all 🙂
lol
I try!
Sometimes the air is electric and I wish everyone could read their work, it is so humbling and amazing when that happens
Last year my creative writing students published an anthology. I think it’s pretty great: http://www.amazon.ca/Pieces-15-Mrs-Shawn-Bird/dp/1514233754/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1442348240&sr=8-1&keywords=%22Pieces+of+15%22
Like the imagery here.
Thank you.
You just keep getting better!
Thank you, Melody