The class has been very good for him. At first, he was a little overwhelmed. Upon receiving assignments, we'd discuss the topic, research and brainstorm his ideas. He'd begin writing and then we'd fill in the gaps together. Eventually, as the year went on, he said, "Mom, I'll do it on my own. You can proofread, but I'll do it in my own words." Wow, my guy gained independence and confidence in his writing!
Today he had to turn in a poetry cube. He had to choose a theme and write six poems based on his theme. He chose "Baseball." He wrote five of the six required poems. I'm not quite sure why he didn't write the sixth poem. Maybe it will be his writing assignment for tomorrow.
Here's what he came up with:
The green grass smells sweet
Crackling under my huge feet
Will this moment end?
Jumping, Running, Hitting
What an amazing Game
The American Pastime
Diving, Swinging, Hitting
There once was a time in baseball
When the game was not open to all
Then came a man
Who took a stand
And to him we’re forever grateful.