Last week, I went to Marshall, MN, for a young writers conference. Kids from all over southwestern Minnesota came to the university there for a day of writing fun. It was an uneventful drive on a sunny, warm, January day (in Minnesota?!) through farm country.
Becky Fjelland Davis gave a rousing keynote describing different writing methods by comparing them to animals and also telling kids some of the necessary things you need to do to be a writer:
And here are a few pictures of the poems the kids wrote during my Ode to a…Pineapple? session, shared with their permission. (I shared this lesson plan last spring.)
Aren’t those fun? The 3rd-5th graders were mostly eager to share theirs with the class. The 6th-8th graders, not so much :>) I love young authors conferences because, for the most part, the kids are?eager, but trying not to show it.
There was one awkward moment, though. I had told the kids they could read their own poems out loud, or, if they really didn’t want to (but still wanted to share), they could have a friend read it or I would read it.
One boy, who was thrumming with excitement during the whole session and was very into his poem, came to the front. He thrust the poem out toward me and whispered that he wanted me to read it. So there I was reading “An Ode to Guns” to a classroom of elementary students. Oi.
Tara at A Teaching Life?has the Poetry Friday Roundup today!