Carol's Corner

Carol's Corner

I think that the second-grade students in Delores La More's class at Canfield Avenue Elementary School are very lucky. Their teacher has the heart of a poet. She understands that bringing her students to a beautiful natural setting, such as the Mildred E. Mathias Botanical Garden, will get their creative juices flowing.

During a recent docent-led tour of the garden, Ms. La More asked her students a number of questions designed to elicit their poetic responses. She asked them to describe the garden, the sounds they heard and the sights and colors they saw. She asked them to write about their observations of other visitors. And she asked them what they liked and how they felt while they were in the garden.

As someone who loves to write poetry, I found Ms. La More's questions delightful--perhaps especially so because the subject was the botanical garden. Later, while looking through the garden scrapbook at photos of schoolchildren on tour, I wondered what I would have written in response to those questions when I was seven years old. What would have been similar to and different from my writing as an adult?

I wrote the two poems that follow as a response to Ms. La More's assignment, and as a fun challenge to myself. One was written from the perspective of my imagined "seven-year-old self" and one from the perspective of my (more) adult self. See if you can tell the difference!


GARDEN MEMORIES I


the garden is big

with lots of trees

the frogs like it

and so do bees


i see lots of colors

green and yellow

they remind me

of lemons, limes and jell-o


i hear the birds

stream and cars

and wonder if

grass grows on mars


when i am here

i feel happy and joy

this is a good place

for a girl and a boy


GARDEN MEMORIES II


peaceful and serene

the garden

brings solace

to my heart


the flowers

remind me of

the cyclic quality

of time


leaves

qn plants and trees

exhibit the variety

so inherent in life


surrounded

by the lush vegetation

visitors reveal

their own soft beauty

Now, since EVERYONE is a poet, I invite you to close your eyes and imagine you are in the garden. How would you express what you hear, see, and feel? I invite you to have fun, stay loose, and let the words and images flow.

CAROL FELIXSON, Docent and Communications Coordinator

P.S. I think a synthesis of a child's and an adult's sensitivity to the poetry of life and nature is well summed up in a caption on a clipping tacked to the bulletin board in my office. It reads, ". . . of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt."

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