Welcome to day 8 of the Progressive Poem, started by Irene Latham,
the Kidlitosphere Progressive Poem began in 2012 as a way to celebrate National Poetry Month (April) as a community of writers.
Margaret Simon kindly volunteered to organize the poem roster for 2020. And Donna Smith made the whole exercise a bit more challenging by providing two lines for Irene to choose from for the first line of this year’s poem. So, we have a “choose your own adventure” progressive poem!
Yesterday, Catherine Flynn offered these two lines for me to consider:
A whispering breeze joins in our song (Option A)
I step onto warm sand, strumming my tune (Option B)
We’ve had two blissful days of Spring with lovely breezes here in upstate New York, after a very long Winter, so that’s where my heart took me. Here’s the poem so far:
Sweet violets shimmy, daffodils sway
along the wiregrass path to the lake.
I carry a rucksack of tasty cakes
and a banjo passed down from my gram.
I follow the tracks of deer and raccoon
and echo the call of a wandering loon.
A whispering breeze joins in our song
Here are are my two choices for Carol Varsalona at Beyond Literacy Link:
Adding a melody to follow along .(Option A)
And night melts into a rose gold dawn. (Option B)