I See, I Draw, I Write

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I See, I Draw, I Write

• A Five-Day Poetry-Writing Residency

Jacqueline Davies
Thank you to the third-grade students and
teachers of Pine Hill School.
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• Day 1
• We take our nature journals outside and draw
  what we see.

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• The trick is to draw what we see and not what we
  think we see.

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• We need to look.

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• Really look.

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• At the smallest thing that crosses our path.

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Day 2 We go outside again and continue to draw.
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We draw new pictures
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and add color and words to the page.
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• Day 3
• We transfer the words from our nature journals to
  sticky notes one word per note. The notes become
  the building blocks for our poems.

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• We group the words to create rhyme, alliteration,
  assonance.
• We listen to the words with our ears.

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• The words seem to leap across the desks

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as poems appear.
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• Day 4
• We continue to create poems using sticky notes.

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• When the sticky notes yield a poem we like, we
  capture it on paper.

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• Day 5
• Final revisions. Every word matters.

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• We take out unnecessary words.
• Poetry is language distilled.

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• We create powerful line breaks.
• Poetry is language arranged.

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• We do our very best work.
• Poetry is language that matters.

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• We cut

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• We glue

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• We arrange

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• to create our very best work

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Delicate fairy Unspecial Green
wings Unflying Weary weed Unwanted Rotem
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In the quiet morning light a flower red-orange,
yellow, and white small delicate water
droplet shining in the sunlight beautiful and
mysterious. Zach
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Jacobs Ladder Flexible flowers purple as
grapes. Hairy leaves soft, furry capes. Petals
thin, blue as the sea. What a bright sight to
see. Sven
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Cold inchworm, Gloomy puddle graveyard, The last
straw gone. Violent death, peaceful grave. Small
puddle, But like an ocean to our inchworm. This
death is rare but oh so bitter. The end is all
too quick. Ethan
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Mushroom Hash brown mushroom waits
quietly, Rough rock rests in the dark
shade. Aleks
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Silky, white petals that are folded and look
molded. Shifting shadows beneath the lemon
center. Marching up the stem a line of thorny
guardians. Julien
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Rough mountain roots. An inchworm climbs across
the cracked dry desert of bark. Blowing winds
knock down little green leaves like
kites. Nicholas
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