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Showing posts with label Where Are My Shoes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Where Are My Shoes. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

WHERE ARE MY SHOES?

I took them off when I got home.
I left them by the door.
I knew my mom would yell at me
if I muddied up the floor.

Last night I heard the raindrops fall.
The thunder gave a roar.
And now my shoes are wetter
than they've ever been before.

I can not wear my shoes.
They are too squishy wet.
I do not have another pair
I can run and get.

The time is getting late.
I must be off to school.
And if I wear my slippers,
do you think
I'll look
a fool?

    What do you think would happen if you wore your bunny slippers to school?  Have you ever gotten your shoes so wet you couldn't wear them?  What did you do?  This poem, is actually a true story.  When my boys were young, their feet grew so fast that they only had one pair of school shoes at a time.  The dirty shoes got left outside and it rained over night.    Can you write your own poem today about one time someone wore something funny, elegant, or different to school?  Does your school have a backwards day? 
Have fun writing.

Reading children's poetry is one way of understanding our world.

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

WHERE ARE MY SHOES

I can't find my shoes.
I'm looking every where.
Kitchen, car, bathroom,
even the foot of the stair.

I looked under my bed
and in the closet too.
Every where I looked
I couldn't find my shoes.

I looked under the cushions
in our TV room.
I didn't find my shoes,
just a dirty spoon.

I looked inside the washer
in the laundry room.
I MUST find my shoes.
I've got to do it soon.

Then I heard our cat.
She was making mews.
There I saw my baseball mitt,
but I did NOT see my shoes.

The last time that I had them
I was playing by the creek.
My shoes were getting muddy.
They made an awful squeak.

    Have you ever lost something?  What did you do?  Do you know you found it in the last place you looked?   Tomorrow I will finish this hunt for the shoes.  But, for today, can you try writing your own poem about a hunt? Do have fun writing your poem.

    Writing poetry for children at its deepest, is a letter to our younger self.