Today's word was really simple. No, really - it was Simple! My writer-friend, Christine Wolf gave it to me! Of course, the first rhyming word that "popped" into my head was pimple!
My son, Sean is getting married in September and I'm trying to lose weight before the wedding. I think it's obvious, from the way I used the word Skip in my poem, that it's weighing on my mind (pun intended)! Thanks, Julie Rowan-Zoch, for suggesting today's word!!
Today's word, Bosk, came from a fellow author, B.J. Lee. Did you know that a bosk is "a small wood or thicket, especially of bushes?" I sure didn't. The only bosk I've heard of is Bosc pears :-) Guess what? There is no word that rhymes with bosk (except mosque, but I found that out after I wrote the poem. So, I kind of cheated a bit with the pronunciation. Here it is:
Bosk
If I were from England, I’d take her to “tosk”
for giving a hard-to-rhyme word, such as bosk!
If I were from England, I wouldn’t be “hoppy”
while wasting my time on a word that’s so “croppy”!
My sister, Mindy gave me the word Juxtaposition - thanks a lot! Seriously, Min - thanks a lot! I ended up really liking this poem - and it's about two sisters!
Juxtaposition
There we both stood in juxtaposition.
Each of us holding our own composition.
Because it was April, they’d asked us to write
a poem to read just for poetry night.
The judge would determine which poem he liked best,
and pin a blue ribbon on somebody’s chest.
Just two of us left, he had sent off the third.
We knew what to do, without saying a word.
My sister and I gave a wink to our mother,
then shuffled our pages between one another.
We chose not to tell who had written each verse.
‘Cause we stick together - for better or worse.
I wish you had seen the odd look on his face,
while pinning the prize on the girl in third place!
Today's word, Itinerant, was suggested by my friend, Sibby! We're both Itinerant Teachers who work with students who are deaf or hard of hearing. After a long day at work, it was pretty easy to write this! I love being a hearing Itinerant and I love my students! I'm so lucky I get to work with kids from 3 - 18 year old! No classroom teacher has that wide a spectrum! This poem is dedicated to my fellow itinerants!!
Itinerant
I work as an itinerant.
I go from school to school.
It’s been a very lengthy stint
and I still think it’s cool!
My sons say I don’t really teach,
since I don’t have a class.
And that’s when I begin my speech
in answer to their sass.
I teach my students many skills
to help them do their best.
My lessons aren’t just boring drills,
to which they will attest.
It helps to have a specialist
who’s always on their side.
Who makes sure they are not dismissed;
their hearing needs denied.
An advocate who fights for them
and leads them toward success.
Who turns a rock into a gem -
and settles for no less.
So, maybe I work one-on-one
instead of with a class.
I think my job is lots of fun.
In fact, my job kicks ___!
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