Sunday, May 11, 2014

First Grade


                                               ... on his desk / across from mine ... a slender box of light

       ... new pencils made of gold 

                                          ... first grade ..... I knew what covet meant






The photograph is mine.

6 comments:

  1. I love the photo, and your poem brings back memories of being little in a bright, changing world --the interaction, fascination, even the wonderful smell of other children. My compliments!

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    1. I can remember so many things about first grade, much of grade school, and they are almost all good. Being a voracious reader helped. Thanks Geo. I so appreciate your comments.

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  2. Such a nice image both through words and photo here. 1st grade was difficult to me. I had no confidence after having already been tossed out of kindergarten. I couldn't read so I thought I was stupid. And look at me now! I can read "Dick, Jane, and Spot" without any difficulty.

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    1. "Tossed out of kindergarten." I'm sorry I'm laughing, Bill. Somehow, I can see this ... :) And, yes, you most certainly have made up for it since. Teaching at a college is the sweetest revenge... :)))

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  3. I like that you were so taken with a box of pencils. You were already on your way to being a writer.

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    1. Yes, I was smitten early. I can still see his pencil box ... I wanted one so bad ... :))

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