Greetings,
I am excited to share this first blog with #6WABD, I hope you are all reading at least 20 minutes a day and getting outside to move. The last couple of days have been beautiful and the week looks great.
I have mulled around many different ways to get information to you and your family and I feel fortunate to have our class website, this will make learning remotely hopefully a smooth transition. So you will be able to find information on our website for weekly learning. This week we begin slowly and easy - because you have been out of school for so long you might forget how to do school work;).
Starting on Monday, March 30 after 12 noon take a look at the agenda page on the Watt’s Happening (our class) website. I will have suggestions for what you can do.
This blog will be a place for both classes and me to communicate, you can make comments on what I post. I hope you will share what you are reading - I will be for sure. Don’t worry if your comments don’t show up right away, I have to approve them first. I will do this by noon each weekday. I will post some writing that I have done, some books that I have read and we can talk about reading and writing.
Today what I would like to share with you is a poem I think I told you I wrote a few years ago - actually I wrote it on January 28, 2013. I know this because I wrote it during a very boring lecture at university and I had dated the page I was working on. I recommend you date all of your work, but I don’t recommend writing poetry when you are supposed to be listening to your teacher:) I will give you a bit of background about this poem.
I wrote this poem about a neighbour I once had. We lived across the street from an apartment building and this man lived on the second floor and his kitchen was direct across from my front door. I won’t tell you any more until after you all have had a chance to read the poem and think about it. I would love any feedback about the poem - what did you think of it? Do you see any literary devices? What do you think is actually happening? Remember in poetry the author rarely says exactly what they mean. Just “comment” on this blog post.
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He Sits and Watches
By: Michelle Watt
He sits and watches,
He is on the sidelines of life.
Other’s lives flash before his eyes.
He could do that,
He could go there,
And yet he is on the sidelines of life.
He has seen the sun set over the Sahara Desert.
He has seen the rain fall in the Amazon.
He has seen the Northern Lights dance across the Arctic sky.
And yet, he is on the sidelines of life.
He has seen the sun set over the Sahara Desert,
But he has not felt the gentle caress of her breath as he falls asleep.
He has not drunk of her sweet perfume at dawn.
He has never heard the endless serenade of the wind while walking her dunes.
He has seen the rain fall in the Amazon,
But he has not stood under her canopy,
Tilted his head toward the heavens and caught her tears of joy
On his face.
He has not inhaled the dense bouquet of the decaying foliage.
He has not heard the gentle reawakening of her very heartbeat as the rains move on.
He has seen the Northern Lights Dance across the arctic night sky,
But he has never felt her turn her back on a harsh, dark night.
He has not sipped of her crispness in the short light of the late winter.
He has not heard her crunching sound carry for miles with each step he takes.
Because he sits and watches,
He is on the sidelines of life.
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Let me know what you think! Leave a comment! Talk to you all soon!
What have you read today?
Mrs. Watt
I am excited to share this first blog with #6WABD, I hope you are all reading at least 20 minutes a day and getting outside to move. The last couple of days have been beautiful and the week looks great.
I have mulled around many different ways to get information to you and your family and I feel fortunate to have our class website, this will make learning remotely hopefully a smooth transition. So you will be able to find information on our website for weekly learning. This week we begin slowly and easy - because you have been out of school for so long you might forget how to do school work;).
Starting on Monday, March 30 after 12 noon take a look at the agenda page on the Watt’s Happening (our class) website. I will have suggestions for what you can do.
This blog will be a place for both classes and me to communicate, you can make comments on what I post. I hope you will share what you are reading - I will be for sure. Don’t worry if your comments don’t show up right away, I have to approve them first. I will do this by noon each weekday. I will post some writing that I have done, some books that I have read and we can talk about reading and writing.
Today what I would like to share with you is a poem I think I told you I wrote a few years ago - actually I wrote it on January 28, 2013. I know this because I wrote it during a very boring lecture at university and I had dated the page I was working on. I recommend you date all of your work, but I don’t recommend writing poetry when you are supposed to be listening to your teacher:) I will give you a bit of background about this poem.
I wrote this poem about a neighbour I once had. We lived across the street from an apartment building and this man lived on the second floor and his kitchen was direct across from my front door. I won’t tell you any more until after you all have had a chance to read the poem and think about it. I would love any feedback about the poem - what did you think of it? Do you see any literary devices? What do you think is actually happening? Remember in poetry the author rarely says exactly what they mean. Just “comment” on this blog post.
*****
He Sits and Watches
By: Michelle Watt
He sits and watches,
He is on the sidelines of life.
Other’s lives flash before his eyes.
He could do that,
He could go there,
And yet he is on the sidelines of life.
He has seen the sun set over the Sahara Desert.
He has seen the rain fall in the Amazon.
He has seen the Northern Lights dance across the Arctic sky.
And yet, he is on the sidelines of life.
He has seen the sun set over the Sahara Desert,
But he has not felt the gentle caress of her breath as he falls asleep.
He has not drunk of her sweet perfume at dawn.
He has never heard the endless serenade of the wind while walking her dunes.
He has seen the rain fall in the Amazon,
But he has not stood under her canopy,
Tilted his head toward the heavens and caught her tears of joy
On his face.
He has not inhaled the dense bouquet of the decaying foliage.
He has not heard the gentle reawakening of her very heartbeat as the rains move on.
He has seen the Northern Lights Dance across the arctic night sky,
But he has never felt her turn her back on a harsh, dark night.
He has not sipped of her crispness in the short light of the late winter.
He has not heard her crunching sound carry for miles with each step he takes.
Because he sits and watches,
He is on the sidelines of life.
******
Let me know what you think! Leave a comment! Talk to you all soon!
What have you read today?
Mrs. Watt