Allegedly By: Morgan
I.
I walk down the street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in
I am lost....I am helpless
It isn't my fault
It takes me forever to find a way out
II.
I walk down the same street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I pretend I don't see it
I fall in again
I can't believe I am in the same place
But it isn't my fault
It still takes a long time to get out
III.
I walk down the same street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I see it is there
I still fall in.....it's a habit
My eyes are open
I know where I am
It is my fault
I get out immediately
IV.
I walk down the same street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I walk around it
V.
I walk down another street
At first I thought this was thought up and written by one of the students I work with (who is 9 years old) but it turns out to be from Portia Nelson. I was so impressed by this student that I couldn't wait to post this, but even after finding out that she just copied it out onto a notepad, I still think it's a cool poem and worth posting anyhow.
1 comment:
Yes, you are right. At least she had the sense to copy a good poem. I had a kid once try and turn in The Body Snatchers by Robert Louis Stephenson as his own work. It was pretty easy to spot.
Post a Comment