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Pearlty | Awake the sun stretching over fleckled sky as brisk air beckons a morning fire and for us to arise.Warming the hearth for our daily bread by noon the heavy kettle will bubble over, with our late supper stew. Each day we work hard surrounded by our simplicity surviving and replenishing our sinew. We fall away tired each night and continue our earnest lives doing what we have to for the day to begin once again, anew. Note: I helped my daughter write a poem recently for Literature class. She said.. "mom please keep it simple and not too many big words" lol. The theme was to be how people lived 1800's.. or before. I couldn't think of much to help her along, besides waking up in that era rurally and how I would feel and what the days would entail. I'm not sure what grade she received- hopefully something decent.
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thequeen | This is so naive. A day to day picturesque imagery of routine life written. Wants to make me thank almighty for giving the basic daily bread to us in living. Exquisite !! What was your daughter's reaction on this poetry |
Ayelet | Lovely poem. It is interesting, what the tired people had to do each night for their day to begin anew... To dream? |
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Randall | A pleasure to read. |
Pearlty | Thanks all quote: What was your daughter's reaction on this poetry
She liked it. She's my more science, math, music minded child- rather than the Lit./writing etc. So she was thankful for the help. |
thequeen | quote: Originally posted by Pearlty:
Thanks all She liked it. She's my more science, math, music minded child- rather than the Lit./writing etc. So she was thankful for the help.
Thankful to her talented mother You deserve it. |
Pearlty | Thanks for the kind words thequeen. Appreciate that! |
Pearlty | Update on the assignment, we didn't do well according to her Lit. teacher. She received a 10/20 -her reasoning was the poem didn't meet criteria. I told my daughter well you win some you lose some, take it as a compliment many times poems don't fit neatly into the mold of criteria, form, or rules. Which neither do people sometimes as well.
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thequeen | That was very highly said Pearlty. Buckle her up for the greater rides of life. We don't fit or belong anywhere all we do is push ourselves hard to fit in. Sad to hear her teacher's remark because it's a beautifully woven poetry. |
Ayelet | You can't really put a grade on art. Either your emotions/intelect/soul are stirred or they don't. I don't know what mold the teacher was talking about. I've studied music and felt like my creativity was damaged somewhat due to all the "rules" one had to obey in order to create a legitimate piece of music. |
Pearlty | ^ Whole heartily agree with both of you. ^ |
Randall | quote: Originally posted by Pearlty:
^ Whole heartily agree with both of you. ^
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