Eight year old Adrianna shares TEN APPLES UP ON TOP with Mr. George, our art teacher. She is particularly impressed by the page where the tiger (or an animal that looks like a tiger) is balancing ten apples on top of his head.
Gene, up to his elbows in model magic and tempera paint, is never too busy to honor a child, “Wow, Adriana, that’s amazing! I think I could maybe do one apple, but I don’t think I could do that many.”
Adriana is more than a little annoyed, “Mr. George, these guys are professionals!”
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
POETRY FRIDAY
Confessions of a Reader
Almost Spring,
A spider
Stakes a claim
On a corner
Of the eight-foot window
In our living room.
Each morning
I admire
Taut guidelines
Tightly placed spokes.
Dancing gown threads,
Architecture unrivalled.
My mother
Would not tolerate
Such slovenly housekeeping.
She would get a broom
And knock down
This errant squatter’s palace.
I do not.
I am waiting for Charlotte
To leave a message.
Carol Wilcox
published in All That Matters: What We Value in School and Beyond.
edited by Linda Rief and Maureen Barbieri
Heinemann, 1995
Almost Spring,
A spider
Stakes a claim
On a corner
Of the eight-foot window
In our living room.
Each morning
I admire
Taut guidelines
Tightly placed spokes.
Dancing gown threads,
Architecture unrivalled.
My mother
Would not tolerate
Such slovenly housekeeping.
She would get a broom
And knock down
This errant squatter’s palace.
I do not.
I am waiting for Charlotte
To leave a message.
Carol Wilcox
published in All That Matters: What We Value in School and Beyond.
edited by Linda Rief and Maureen Barbieri
Heinemann, 1995
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