My students wrote narrative poems for a unit we worked on this month. I usually write along with them, not only because it helps me see how hard/easy the assignments are, but because I can also give them my honest opinion on how to complete it. This narrative poem was no exception and I was secretly pleased with my poem. I thought it would be fun to share it with you.
"Be Careful"
Josh rode his silver scooter
back and forth,
back and forth,
in the open courtyard.
In a blink,
he was gone.
I asked my husband,
"Where did Josh go?"
"I think he fell. I heard a noise," was his reply.
I leaned
over the brick courtyard wall to see.
Josh lay there,
on his back,
not moving;
still.
I ran to him,
concerned.
He told me NOT to touch him.
Let him stay there,
just a bit.
So I did.
I walked back by
five minutes later.
Josh still hadn't moved
a muscle.
"Are you SURE you're okay?" I questioned him.
His reply was a "No."
"Can you move?" I asked,
checking him for broken limbs
and blood.
I found neither.
He wanted to stay,
flat on the ground.
I could see him fighting
the pain.
"I'm fine," he whispered.
I disagreed and carefully moved him
inside,
with an icepack on his elbow
and a blue Aleve for pain.
Several hours later,
after a visit to the emergency room,
an x-ray,
and doctor's exam,
he was sent home.
It was a sprain.
Relief!
The next day,
he took his silver scooter out for a ride again.
I warned him to "Be careful!"
He rolled his eyes
and sped away.
Copyright March 5, 2013 Corrina L. Terry
Typical story, well written!
ReplyDeleteThanks T! You know how it is with sons. ;o)
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