Sunday, July 15, 2007

Poetry: A lesson with my daughter


Before my family went to the beach we purchased writer's notebooks for the trip. My daughter that is 4 enjoys drawing pictures in her notebook and writing her pre-literacy words. My daughter that is six is ready for the first grade. She is great mathematically, and is a phenomenal writer. We were getting ready for the trip and she and I had a great conversation about poetry. She asked, "Momma, how do you write poetry?" I then explained that poetry is not like writing a story, or like writing sentences, but more like writing phrases about something. We decided, that while we were on the island we would sit down and write a Haiku about a seashell. (My daughter blew me away with how quickly she picked up the concept of Haiku). Well, we did not write a poem about a seashell we wrote a poem about a shark tooth we found on the beach!

I had written a Haiku earlier in the week about these cool little clam-like things that dig themselves in the sand after each sweep of the tide (not sure what their called?). They fascinate me and so I shared this Haiku with her so that she could see the rhythm of the poem.

We sat on our porch looking at the tooth, we described its many characteristics (like a scientist) and then we wrote our poem together. It was a very proud moment for me.

I also mentioned that I would like to try a tritinia poem while on the island. Cloudscome tried this and I was intrigued by the challenge. My daughter understood what the rules for this poem was when I read it to her... "Cool Mama, you just repeated those words, I get it now!"

Here is a picture and our poetry at the beach:




Shark Tooth
Dark, pointy, black tooth;
Laying hidden in the tide's surf,
Were you here?




Mentor Haiku used to help my daughter write the shark tooth poem:


I am a shovel;
Digging in the salty sand
Waiting here



My attempt at the tritinia:


The World at Sea

Catching the air,

blowing in the breeze,

drying in the sun;

Protection from the sun, providing warmth from the air,

smell the salty sea breeze;

Hot and humid longing for a breeze,

ever pressing heat from the sun,

Salty, moisture carried in the air;

Feeling the cool air, coming in from the sea breeze,

cooling off from the warm summer sun;

















2 comments:

Jen Barney said...

Love it! You did a great job! M will have to share his journal with S. He will be back today- Spent a WEEK on the farm with my aunt and her 2 grandchildren... Call me and we will get together this week! Glad you are back!

Write On Kathy said...

Hey, girlfriend! My weddings are over and I'm really on vacation now! Who would have guessed that S. could write poetry like her mommy! Love the scientist angle. We'll talk!