here’s the first poem we did in the class

I am chicken soup

With cinnamon and gizzards.

I am Halva

Slowly eaten with pursed lips.

I am catching butterflies.

I am fishing

With swallowed fear and squirming bait.

I am a cleaning house

With overwhelming smell and cold water.

I am catching butterflies.

I am a picture book

With riddles in the dark.

I am a mother’s voice

Emerging from the tesseract.

I am catching butterflies.

I am Russian tea

Cuddled on the sofa.

I am a monopoly board

With tumbling money castles.

I am catching butterflies.

I am a Journey to the Center of the Earth

Played with tables and blankets in the basement.

I am a Narnian

With a lion at the head and a white witch at the tail.

I am catching butterflies.

I am the library

And bargaining for more books with mother who doesn’t want so many.

I am Star Wars

Memorizing the alien names and places.

I am catching butterflies.

I am mud

And the wanted and unwanted places it gets.

I am lady bugs

Pulled from the pine trees.

I am catching butterflies.

I am grasshoppers

And then I am not.

I am bike rides

To McDonalds for ice cream.

I am catching butterflies.

I am sparkly dresses

When whatever shines is beautiful.

I am racecars

And then Barbie dolls.

I am chasing butterflies.