I love
Karla Kuskin’s poem, Write About A Radish,
and often use it to encourage students to write about the little things, the
small unnoticed parts of their lives that are important in personal ways, or
important because of an emotional connection-seeing, hearing,
touching, and so on.
I also love
the moon, perhaps since I watched those courageous astronauts walk there, and then another connection occurred this past week when we said goodbye to Neil Armstrong, the first man on the moon. I become moon struck perhaps because I grew up
singing the old songs about the moon with a piano-playing grandmother. Several times through my classroom years,
I did a moon journaling unit when we observed the moon for 31 days, journaling
each night, drawing, painting and writing-yes, about the moon. It became beautiful science, art and writing that
culminated in a full moon walk on the
prairie.
Yesterday,
I read an article
from The Smithsonian magazine announcing
that tonight is a blue moon, the last one we’ll be able to view until
2015. You can see more about
this rare beauty at this Nasa
site. And, it’s poetry
Friday, so I thought I must write something to reflect this special event.