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Thursday, May 12, 2022

Spring Day

Yesterday, a "silly thing" thing happened to my almost 5-year-old granddaughter. She and her sister ran up and down the little hill behind my patio with a giant balloon my husband bought me for Mother's Day. As I was videotaping the event, Sierra lost hold of the balloon that went sailing into the sky. She was sad but amazed at how far it soared into the air. "That was silly," Sierra said and then, decided to write a story poem with me for this week's blog post.

My balloon was flying in the sky.

I ran and lost hold of the tie.

It floated up really high

but I didn't cry!

We all said bye-bye.

©Sierra (soon to be 5-years-old), 2022




"Grandpa made me a kite to fly tomorrow."
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Spring Flight

Together,
Up into the spring blue sky
It floated:
The giant balloon
And a little girl's
wonderings.
©CVarsalona, 2022

I used the mentor text - Barbara Juster Esbenson's poem, "Autumn Concert"
from Swing Around the Sun. (See here)
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Poetry Friday is hosted today by Rose Cappelli, author-poet, who always imagines the possibilities of verse. Join me at her website here.

11 comments:

  1. By "silly" she means pure sweetness. Love that this small moment made for a poetry connection. (and that you shared it with us!) :)

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  2. A perfect little poem for that moment. It's wonderful that you could capture the experience before it floated off forever.

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  3. Love this inspiration to write a poem with your granddaughter! What could have been an upsetting moment turned into something lasting and beautiful! Thanks for sharing, Carol!

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  4. Aww! I love her acceptance of losing the balloon! A little poet! Thank you!

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  5. Silly turned beautiful! Hooray, Sierra!

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  6. A poet already! What a wonderful experience you gave your granddaughters. They are lucky to have you in their lives.

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  7. What a delight-filled poem (love the backstory, too!)

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  8. Such a sweet post, Carol! Little Sierra is already a good poet. Hooray for these spring joys!

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  9. That last Anonymous post was me, Jama R. (Google doesn't like me.)

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  10. Of course YOU would help her catch a moment of disappointment and create a charming poem out of it. What a sweet tribute to your backyard adventures. I'm sure the kite was a hit. :0)

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