For National Poetry Month 2021, I’m posting an equation poem each day. Maybe with an image, maybe without. I needed something very accessible and doable this year! Maybe you feel the same way? I’d love for you to join me, and here are several options for sharing your own or your students’ equation poems:
- in the comments below
- on social media with #EquationPoem–and be sure to tag me, please! (@LauraPSalas on Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook)
- on the Padlet on my bookpage here
Here’s today’s equation poem. Our car was so filthy with Minnesota spring (read dirt) recently, so we went through the car wash at the gas station. I love watching the rollers or spinners or whatever they’re called. This week, the rollers reminded me of
the woolly caterpillars or woolly bears I always used to see when I growing up in Florida. The colors are reversed, but otherwise, it was like a ginormous caterpillar was coming to crawl over our windshield!
And if you love equation poems, check out my Snowman-Cold=Puddle: Spring Equations, published by Charlesbridge and with gorgeous art by Micha Archer.
Happy poeming!
P.S. Click here if you want to see all of this month’s equation poems!
P.P.S. If you like these, you might also love This Plus That, by Amy Krouse Rosenthal and Jen Corace, and Mathematickles, by Betsy Franco and Steve Salerno.
8 Responses
I love this! Your poem shows your great “imagination.” We saw woolly bears this past Saturday taking a walk with us.
Thanks, Gail–I haven’t seen one in years!
Oh, I loved the car wash — as a kid we rarely got to go (my parents were firm believers that we were both car washes and dishwashers with human limbs) but I always LOVED the sort of dreamy moment in the cave. I always imagined the car was washed by dancing Lorax trees…but woolly caterpillar works, too!
Hahaha–I don’t think we ever went through a car wash when I was a kid. I remember especially trying to wash the car, inside and out, after trips to the beach. As a grown-up, going through car washes gives me great pleasure :>)
Love the soft image and colors of caterpillar and the perfect wedding of words in your poem, thanks Laura!
Ah a chance to try today to write another (one for yesterday here and one for today).
brisk morning + backyard swingset = huge smile ( I need to post a photo! )
I will paste one on your fb page if I can. I can’t seem to put one here, but imagine you may not have that as an option, unerstandably.
This one is very clever and it reminds me of an Eric Carle caterpillar.