Today's poem by a pair of my second graders really makes you wonder what it's like to be a pair of shoes in your own closet.
Waiting
by Izzy Sheppard and Mac Stoyles
Waiting in the closet,
in the corner till you pick me.
Get me out of here already,
use your feet.
Everything is so ugly,
everything that is, but for me.
I am so perfect,
prettier than everyone else,
but nobody notices me.
My star makes me famous.
So pick me!
There is nothing worse than this!
Waiting is so horrible.
My Shoes
ReplyDeleteBy Karla B. Santoro
Rules are everywhere.
Even what I am to wear.
But there are no rules
about my shoes.
NO rules
about my shoes.
Shirts tucked in,
not unfurled.
But my shoes
they can be
out of this world.
The zippered jeans
I’d gladly swap,
but my shoes
can be over the top.
The rest of the outfit
just isn’t me,
but my shoes,
my shoes
they set me free.