A Year of Reading. Stop by today's round up for more poetry.
In a week I begin a new journey as I move from my first grade classroom to a reading intervention position in our building. It's the first time I've been without a classroom to arrange, a class list to call my own, or a classroom community to begin to build. It's a little unsettling. I'm excited about this new opportunity and am beginning to rethink my community --- it's just larger. Find my class list --- it's the classes I will be working with in the upcoming year. I stumbled upon this poem this evening that seemed fitting as I find my way in this new place.
by David Wagoner from Collected Poems 1956-1976 © Indiana University Press.
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The rest can be found here: The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor
Here's to a new journey as I discover my new HERE.
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