It is April, and I am joining many others in celebrating National Poetry Month. This month many people turn to their gardens and landscapes and play in the dirt. I'd rather do a little playing with words. This month I will be creating found poems by taking words, phrases, and lines from other texts and rearranging them into a "literary collage" with a whole new meaning.
As I was sifting through the snippets spread out on the table, the words Papa's gift struck me, and I knew these were going into a found poem.
Papa's gifts
small steps
reaching across generations
the things they carried
from the heart
from old roots
a family tree
You are finding some beautiful words to weave together, Leigh Anne. I love this from the beginning to the end!
ReplyDeleteGreat poem that could be used as a intro to a mini-inquiry-project on immigration, Leigh Anne. Thanks for sharing your project.
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