A Winter-Inspired Poem (With a soccer game twist) – SOLSC Day #3

Last night, I was coaching my son’s indoor soccer game, which I wasn’t thrilled about because it was an 8:50 PM start.  I coach lacrosse, but I don’t coach soccer (I fill in when the coach can’t be there).  The team is up by a few goals, and I’m thinking about a poem that I could write to share with my students.

At the end of the week, they are going to write a poem that concludes a mini-unit on figurative language and poetry.  I have one poem that I wrote three years ago that I will share with them, but this year, I want to show them a second poem with a rhyming scheme.

At the end of the week, they are going to write a poem that concludes a mini-unit on figurative language and poetry.  I have one poem that I wrote three years ago that I will share with them, but this year, I want to show them a second poem with a rhyming scheme.

Of course, the poem starts to develop in my head during the game, so I grab the closest sheet of scrap paper and start writing.  If you know eighth grade boys, they can be curious when they think that you are writing about them, which I wasn’t.  So, within minutes of writing the first stanza, a kid asks me, “Coach, what are you writing?”  Followed by, “Is that a play?”  I wanted to say, “Are you kidding?  I’m a lacrosse coach.  I have no interest in writing soccer plays.”  Instead, I said, “Yeah.  It’s a soccer play.”  Then, I quickly scribbled a soccer play, which looked a bit like a lacrosse play, but at halftime, the team bought into it.  In fact, after the game, my son told me he was impressed with the play.:)

Here’s what I wrote (I finished it this morning):

Title: Winter’s Clock

Through the trees,

the trail bends and weaves,

the overhead moon shine so bright,

lighting the path in the winter night. 

Silence.

The whistle and rustle of a soft breeze.

Each step on the icy sheet of snow,

The rhythm speeds up and begins to flow,

Deeper into the woods we go,

Looking up, the moon is still hanging low.

Silence.

The whistle and rustle of a soft breeze.

Time is standing still, how much longer will it take?

The slippery path leads us down to the sparkling lake.

Over the bridge,

out onto the rickety, old dock,

looking straight up into the sky,

the full moon is the winter’s clock.

Silence.

The whistle and rustle of a soft breeze.

Perfection.

Over the last few weeks, my students have read many great poems written by Pat Mora, Jane Yolen, Walter Dean Myers, Zia Hyder, Langston Hughes, and other poets/authors.  They’ve also had a chance to write some poems (using personification, repetition, rhyme scheme, metaphors, and similes), so I’m looking forward to this final poem that connects all that they have learned about poetry.


6 thoughts on “A Winter-Inspired Poem (With a soccer game twist) – SOLSC Day #3

  1. I love your poem, and your give-it-a-go attitude! Such beautiful images and the one word lines. Love “The full moon is the winter’s clock,” the face it gives us. Awesome Sunday morning post. Thanks.(I have taught eighth grade boys, and you capture them here!)

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  2. First, I am so impressed with you quick thinking on your feet when you cam up with a play to divert their attention!
    My favorite line- “the full moon is the winter’s clock.”
    Lovely feeling of running to someplace loved, by the cold light of the winter moon.

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