tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228817173405640184.post7819469787581846247..comments2024-03-10T07:30:57.158-04:00Comments on THE WRITE SISTERS: Poetry Friday: girl (three) and the black horseDianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14973140969934922400noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228817173405640184.post-72515813004161579222012-05-05T13:04:30.066-04:002012-05-05T13:04:30.066-04:00Hi, Jet. Great post. Thank you for sharing this. T...Hi, Jet. Great post. Thank you for sharing this. The students I'm visiting were working on portrait poems -- responses to photos and magazine clippings -- this week. It's a lot for third graders to extend themselves and think "what might be happening here," but a great exercise in teaching compassion for others.Author Amokhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13636391982938592789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228817173405640184.post-18960333394167272752012-05-04T13:05:42.567-04:002012-05-04T13:05:42.567-04:00I wasn't all that happy with my original selec...I wasn't all that happy with my original selection, because I also pictured this little girl the way you do.<br /><br />Hope this is better.<br /><br />This poem is so appealing to me, because when I was in elementary school -- at assemblies and other places -- I used to imagine a winged horse flying in the big windows and me hopping on to be spirited away.<br /><br />JI'm Jet . . .https://www.blogger.com/profile/18126808059666263516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228817173405640184.post-32607345682758298832012-05-04T12:47:39.262-04:002012-05-04T12:47:39.262-04:00I fully expected to see a picture of a little girl...I fully expected to see a picture of a little girl on one of those bouncy horses at the end of the poem. I remember watching the sheer joy of a little face imagining herself jumping over a wall.Murnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228817173405640184.post-89070810782798562072012-05-04T09:55:59.966-04:002012-05-04T09:55:59.966-04:00I loved everything to do with horses as a kid. Dur...I loved everything to do with horses as a kid. During my horsey phase I collected horse statues, read horse books, and had an actual horse named Moonshine. This poem makes me want to dig out and read "Spurs for Suzanna" one more time.Andrea Murphyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11926896897768609275noreply@blogger.com