Thursday, April 19, 2018

Poetry Stands
                                      by Ralph Fletcher

They wanted to level
our favorite forest.

Our class sent the mayor
a swarm of angry verse;
we pelted the newspaper
with a blizzard of poems.

At my cousin’s funeral
her family stood up
armed with nothing
but tears and poetry.

Poetry must wound
or heal those wounds.

When everyone else sits,
poetry stands.

                           (from A Writing Kind of Day)


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  2. We really love the contrast in your last line. Contrast is so underrated and underused in writing. We are so excited to have you visit our school next week.

    Mr. Scarano and Ms. Foreman
    Jamestown Elementary