Squished Squirrel Poem
by Ralph Fletcher
I wanted to write about
a squished squirrel
I saw on the road
near my house last week.
You can't write a poem
about a squished squirrel,
my teacher said to me.
I mean, you just can't do it.
Pick a sunrise or an eagle
or a dolphin, he suggested.
Pick something noble
to lift the human spirit.
I tried. I really did. But I kept
coming back to that squirrel.
Did his wife send him out
to fetch some food or something?
There was blood and guts
but here's what really got me:
he had pretty dark eyes
and they glistened still.
You can't write a poem
about a squished squirrel,
my teacher insisted,
but I don't think that's true.
5 comments:
Reggie Routman has a great poetry book for grades 3&4 too.
Hello, mom shorts, and flabby arms. All poems made from nothing! Shame on that teacher that told that kid NO. We should encourage even funny poems. It's what make poetry flow for kiddos. Love this post.
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I have that book by Ralph. I love it! Tomorrow is Poetry Friday! Are you up for it????
Kathy...I am so up for it. I am currently working on something in my Summer Writer's Notebook. Yes! You read correctly. I have begun a summer writer's notebook.
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