Last week I taught a group of 10 yr olds about literature. I’m pretty sure I book vomited all over them. Literally. Books everywhere. Pile and piles.
I sang praises about all genres of books and how books make me the happiest, and how books are pretty much the best thing in the world.
They just stared at me like the would much rather be doing something else.
So after talking for 20 min or so, I finally acknowledged their bored looks and asked how many of them didn’t actually like to read
NOT LIKE TO READ? Is that a joke?
And then I remembered they were 10 and maybe I didn’t love to read when I was ten either? (That’s a lie, I’ve always liked to read).
But I plowed on. I talked and talked. Amidst the books, we talked about poetry. They wrote a poem for their mothers. At the end of class, I gave them this bookmark with one of my haiku poems on it. I thought I’d share it with anyone who wants one.
Drift to sleep like a
Ship our to sea, like a wave
*If you have problems with the printable, just let me know. I’ll make sure it gets to you.