Thursday, November 1, 2012

Thirteen Ways of Getting Through a Hurricane

Hey Fourth Graders (and Mrs. Barnett!),

How are you doing? I've been thinking about you all week, wondering how you're doing. I (probably obviously, since I'm able to do this blog post), have power back, and am wishing, wishing, wishing it back on in Fair Haven for you all.

I'm sure you have Burning Story Ideas you've been adding to your WNB at home, that you've been enjoying the unexpected time with your family and friends. I'm anxious to get back to school and hear your stories.

Some people on Facebook update their status each day in November with something they're thankful for. We'll each start our own thankful list in our WNB as soon as we're back (you can, of course, start it before we're back if you want!).

Until then, though, I wanted to share a poem that I've been working on. Coreen, my best friend, suggested that we use a poem called Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens as a mentor to write our own poems about how we've gotten through the blackout and Hurricane Sandy.

So, I'm including my poem at the end of this post- maybe we'll all write our own next week as a writing homework. It would be fun to see how we all got through this hurricane.

See you soon!




Thirteen Ways of Getting Through a Hurricane

Invite neighbors over
who you’ve meant to have over,
but haven’t yet,
and play card games
by the candlelight.

Sleep in.

Pull all the candles out,
from every drawer
and cabinet
and shelf
and move them around with you,
from kitchen to family room,
to light your way.

Make two trips to 711 to call family:
Cell phones aren’t working.
All’s ok.

Use spaghetti noodles
to light the gas stove
and cook whatever’s
thawed in the freezer
(it will be bad by tomorrow).

Download new books
on your kindle

and read them
under two blankets
because it’s chilly
without the heat.

Hold your breath
and scrub
fast,
fast,
fast,
in an ice cold shower.
Then sprint back
to the aforementioned
two blankets.

Nap.

Take walks through town.

When the nights seem
to be creeping by,
move to Derek’s Jeep,
charge phones
(still not working, but just in case…),
plug the laptop in,
and watch Parenthood episodes.

Take a trip to Sickles
and stock up on “necessities”:
salad,
turkey sloppy joe's,
mashed potatoes,
sandwich,
caramel chocolate popcorn.

Do a celebration dance
when the power
comes
back
on.

1 comment:

  1. Mrs. Mills (I can't help but want to call you Kate here),

    I love this poem. You are such a good writer. You can tell you practice talking and thinking about writing a lot, since you're so good. And you're very humble about it, which makes me love this poem, and you, even more.

    Actually, this poem makes me miss you so much.

    If we were stuck in a hurricane together, we could have painted each other's nails, watched Friends on the laptop, and wrote quotes on index cards.

    Love,
    Coreen

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