it’s poetry month and my student shave been sharing these incredible, thoughtful, and often breathtaking poems. Today, Buddy, a students of mine who is such a writer, left me this on my desk.
The thing that kept me occupied
For hours and hours
Was something so valuable
How come I lost it?
The thing that kept me happy
On the days I felt so down
The thing that I used to treasure
Long, long ago
The thing that kept my days
Worth having fun on
The thing that I relied on
For most of my childhood
Why now as I play games and write stories every day
Why aren’t those times fun?
Probably as I grow older
I will lose my treasure; my imagination
As I stood there with his gift in my hand, I knew I had to ask; what do we do in schools to safeguard a child’s imagination? What do we do to help them keep it? Or will they see losing their imagination as byproducts of going to school and growing up?