But then I woke up today and read Anna Gratz Cockerille's post for the Classroom Slice of Life Story Challenge. One of the questions she posed to readers, "Have you met your own personal writing goals?" unsettled me. I started thinking about the reasons I committed to the March Slice of Life Challenge, and remembered that two of my primary goals were to: (A) improve my writing craft and (B) be able to better relate to and assist my future ELLs.
Poetry is not something I am comfortable with. It scares me. I feel inadequate and untalented. And that's just how my future ESL students will probably feel when I ask them to write in English.
So, today I am going to attempt to take one more small step toward achieving my goals listed above, as I try Anna's idea of using Ralph Fletcher's poem The Good Old Days as a mentor text. As she did with her rendition of The Good Old Days, my first and last stanzas are exact replicas of those Ralph Fletcher used in his original poem.
The Good Old Days
Sometimes I remember
the good old days.
Riding bikes on summer vacation with Dad,
wondering if my legs would ever be as strong as his.
Pedaling fast to feel the fresh White Mountains breeze on my face
and slow to hear Dad's directions and careful warnings.
Feeling my legs burn with fatigue,
but pressing on to make Dad proud.
Stopping to savor a thick chocolate milkshake,
from our special father/daughter ice cream stand.
I still can't imagine
anything better than that.