This month is National Poetry Month. After a really nice morning of hard work in the garden we went into the library. I handed each of the men a sheet of plain white paper and a pencil and asked them to write a poem about their morning in the garden.
Here is what they wrote:
P
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M
(I told this guy he was a minimalist!)
Had to go to the garden after waking up late
but the fresh air and warm sun felt great
watching these flowers grow all though slow
makes me say woooo
got me thinking I can start my own when I go home
I actually could & would, just gotta set that goal
Right now my goal is good time,
to go home sooner to seek whats mine
To day was a good day cuz
we had a nice day of work
in the garden and the sun was nice
and the teacher likes it nice
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I enjoyed the weather this morning
picking rocks and catching worms
working in the garden is never boring
but it is full of germs
I seen a colorful pretty flower
and ate something sour
wish I could stay out there all day
but instead its just an hour
Today I worked in the garden
amongst the flowers and butterflies
I tasted rhubarb and kicked it with Ferriss and the guys
I turned my compost pile and it smelled like @#%*
but with the garden its a great big hit
standing out there absorbing the sun
I had no worries, proud of the work I’ve done
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