The Poem

Busy day here at leeway. I read a lot of dorky little things today. In the morning, the newspaper said someone gave 500,000$ to our school system, but it's an estate gift, so we get 25,000$ a year from that. And the second grade peeps needed help with their common assessment so I read about polar bear fur and sea otter fur a bunch of times. Did you know that polar bears don't have fur on their noses or under their feet? Well, yes, I think we all know that. I read a bunch of third grade letters to other third graders in our town, asking them to listen to our podcast. After school, I read a power point full of photos about artful learning to a committee of people who are restructuring our school.

After reading a menu, I headed over to good pal Menosky's house to pick up a large bag of candy. She suggested I read some poetry tonight by Billy Collins. I came home and started leafing through Ballistics to find a short poem. I ended up reading a bunch of poems and especially loving the title poem. "Ballistics" is a poem about looking at a photo of a bullet being shot through a book.

Many novels sprang to mind

including those of Raymond Chandler
where an extra bullet would hardly be noticed.

A perfect thing to read on this first day of the reading blog challenge.