As we draw to close of our poetry challenge I have been reflecting on the growth my students have made. From word choice, like "gracefully gliding," to structure, another acrosticu (acrostic + haiku), my students have felt comfortable to take risks and grow.
The Gliding Skate
by Sebastian Retan
Gracefully gliding on the ice.
Blue like the ice.
Slicing across the rink,
dirty and worn,
think as a piece of wheat.
My skates amaze me.
Ice
by Caroline Oster
I love my old skates.
Cold ice can not hurt my skates.
Extra love with skates.
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