July 2011
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June 2011
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May 2011
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Walking with Mother Nature
When I walk in nature, I feel that’s where I belong. When I walk in nature, my life belongs within. When I walk in nature, I try not to disturb. When I walk in nature, I feel a burst of life. When I walk in nature, I feel peace around me. When I walk in nature, I feel I am healing. When I walk in nature, I feel an awakening and beauty in what I see. When I walk in nature, I...
March 2011
5 posts
Galoshes
Here is the latest collaborative poem from ARTS! By the People’s “Fun with Poetry” class at Lester Senior Housing. A group of about 12 residents ranging in age from 76 to 97 years old attend our class. We discuss a theme and read related poetry. This week’s theme was “change,” based on the coming of spring and the turn of seasons.
After we discussed and read...
Love as a Rose
This poem was created by the senior citizens of ARTS! By the People’s “Fun with Poetry Class” at Lester Senior Housing. For inspiration, we passed out a rose and asked the seniors to close their eyes, smell the flower, and think of the phrase “Love can be… ” Here is the result, a collaborative poem. —Paul Rabinowitz LOVE AS A ROSE Love can be magic. Love can be...
If I Were a Majestic, Noble, Soaring Eagle
Here is a collaborative poem written by the senior citizen residents of Morris View in ARTS! By the People’s new “Fun With Poetry Class” on March 7, 2011. The theme for this class was animals. We read poems about animals and discussed why poets find inspiration by observing them. We talked about our favorite animals. Each senior contributed a line, and the group created the...
Over the Wall
The wall was the subject of January’s “Fun with Poetry Class” at Lester Senior Housing. A wall can be a political division, a division of different people, or just a divide that separates ideas. I prompted the seniors with the phrase, “Over the wall…” Below is their collaborative poem. —Paul Rabinowitz OVER THE WALL Over the wall, I see people. Over the wall,...
Love Can Be
Here is the poem written by the senior citizens of Morris View in ARTS! By the People’s first “Fun with Poetry Class” on February 7, 2011. There were ten participants in a circle. A young man with cerebral palsy sat in a wheelchair in the back. He was not a part of the circle. I was not sure if he was there by chance or a part of the class.
We handed out roses at the end of our...
February 2011
1 post
Belief
Today I worked with the preteen girls on writing their own “This I Believe” pieces. We read and listened to Tarak’s list of “Thirty Things,” and then they set about to write their own, pens to wide-ruled paper.
They wrote many in just 20 minutes. Seven-year-old Tarak spent six hours writing the 100 things he believed, two hours per day. (And this was before he whittled it down to 30. Writing...
October 2010
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August 2010
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