Becca the Poet
Becca was one of a few kids chosen at her school to read a poem she wrote for class. Her teacher said the poem just blew him away. I was so proud!
Becca was pleased she was chosen, but scared to death because she had to read the poem at Valley Elementary's Poetry Night at Barnes and Noble. Using a microphone. In front of a lot of people. The day of the reading, she was so nervous. And I thought she was going to burst into tears as soon as we walked into the bookstore. There were quite a few people there, but they were all Valley families. I told her all the kids would be supported by all the families. Luckily, some of her friends read, too.
All the kids did wonderfully, and I was so proud of Becca. My heart was pounding as hard as hers was, I know. As soon as she got to the mic, I could tell she was so scared. Her voice shook a little, but she did such a great job. I think she was in shock after it was over, because she was shaky and didn't even want a cupcake from the cafe!
Here she is, our little Poet Laureate:
And here is her poem:
Falling Leaves
by Becca White
Falling leaves and wilting flowers
shovel and rake
chilly, so cold
getting a backache
working then sleeping
lookin' forward to a project
"Really?"
This makes Autumn another insect
copyright 2009, Becca White
Becca was pleased she was chosen, but scared to death because she had to read the poem at Valley Elementary's Poetry Night at Barnes and Noble. Using a microphone. In front of a lot of people. The day of the reading, she was so nervous. And I thought she was going to burst into tears as soon as we walked into the bookstore. There were quite a few people there, but they were all Valley families. I told her all the kids would be supported by all the families. Luckily, some of her friends read, too.
All the kids did wonderfully, and I was so proud of Becca. My heart was pounding as hard as hers was, I know. As soon as she got to the mic, I could tell she was so scared. Her voice shook a little, but she did such a great job. I think she was in shock after it was over, because she was shaky and didn't even want a cupcake from the cafe!
Here she is, our little Poet Laureate:
And here is her poem:
Falling Leaves
by Becca White
Falling leaves and wilting flowers
shovel and rake
chilly, so cold
getting a backache
working then sleeping
lookin' forward to a project
"Really?"
This makes Autumn another insect
copyright 2009, Becca White