Friday, December 22, 2006

what my education lacked

The Adjectives

We are the adjectives—artists, too—
We stick to the nouns
As your skin sticks to you.
I call the man great or good or sad.
I call the beast large or fierce or bad.
I paint the grass green
And the flowers gay.
We dance through the world
In our colorful way.

Madeleine brought this home from her third grade classroom. Two years ago, her class memorized a lengthy poem about the vowels and how they work with each other…


Byron K. Borger said...

And who wrote this wonderful little rhyme? Beth and I both loved it, read it out-loud. Did M write it? Wow!

Denise said...

I don't have an author! It'a Waldorf thing. I am hoping to find more, though.

No, she didn't write it. But she did get her own journal today, a present, and she immediately sat down to write what happened today and yesterday.