My bio poem (intro to #sol18)

In an effort of solidarity, I am jumping in. Feet first. Head first? Nah. Feet first sounds safer.

I taught my first and second graders about bio poems this week. They’ll be drawing self-portraits to accompany their thoughtful and heartwarming poems, but as an introductory attempt, I will just share mine here:

Kristina

Playful, smart, athletic.

Wishes to spread knowledge and smiles.

Dreams of a peaceful world.

Wants to build and move into her dream house with her other half.

Who wonders about the state of Colorado’s summertime with this super low snowpack.

Who fears being left behind.

Who is afraid of ticks.

Who believes that everybody has goodness in their heart.

Who loves Mike, her other half.

Who plans to make a difference.

When you live a giggly life, good things will come your way.

As I learn more about this Slice of Life challenge, I realize how daunting it feels to publicly offer my own words on a daily basis. Then, of course, I feel like the meanest writing teacher in the world because this is exactly what I ask of my students. Every day.

Okay, kiddos. I’m in. I’m in this with you.

Let’s write.

 

It isn’t the world that makes us think, it’s words that we can’t come up with. – Bill Manhire