I am a proud papa who tries to give my boys space to play and grow. I am also a teacher dedicated to sharing student work far and wide, giving their work life and legs.
Today, for what I hope to the first time of many, I bring these two sides of myself together in support of quality work.
What started as a first grade creative writing assignment became, with the addition of a single syllable, a not-ham-handed haiku. Now, this is first grade poetry, I understand. Nevertheless, the tension and the syncopation give me reason to be proud today and think that there is promise for tomorrow.
My owl was lost in
the morning. My owl is brown
and has [dark] black spots.
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