My husband and I are gearing up for a big renovation project: new kitchen, new living room, new patio. It’s all very exciting, but a little daunting as well. I don’t think I’ve crossed the line to hoarder yet, but I am not good at throwing stuff away. But with the upcoming construction, I’ve been trying to get organized and get rid of some clutter. While I was going through a box over the weekend, I found some pictures from sixth grade. They stirred up quite a few memories and inspired this poem.
“Things We Prize”
Prizes weren’t meant for me.
Other kids won prizes.
Kids who could run fast
or spell “mountain”
or knew that 7 x 8 was 56.
No, prizes weren’t meant for me.
Until one day I decided
I was tired
of not winning a prize.
At the edge of the playground,
that sea of asphalt,
scene of so many embarrassments,
Mr. Fletcher raked the dirt smooth,
ready for us to jump,
fling ourselves as far as we could,
and make our mark.
When it was my turn,
No one expected much.
I stood tall,
feet planted,
courage growing.
Bent my knees,
Pushed off.
WOOOSH!
Propelled myself
farther than any kid
in sixth grade,
farther than any kid
in the whole school.
The prize was mine.
© Catherine Flynn, 2017
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Excellent poem! And good luck with the renovations !
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I loved that poem, Catherine, and would love to share it with my sixth graders – may I? Good luck with all the construction – daunting, but always worth it in the end.
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Of course you can share this with your students. I was planning to as well.
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This is the reason to be careful as you sort through things. Beautiful poem – I love Tara’s idea of sharing with students. May I as well?
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Share away!
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What a great story! Who knew? Good luck with the renovations.
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