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This week, I began one of my favorite annual poetry residencies at Northfield E.S. I have leading poetry workshops in the third grade for seven years. Maybe eight. The teachers and I lost count.
What's new this year? The Common Core curriculum has come to Maryland and classroom teachers are adjusting to the new standards. I've heard -- and observed with my own 7th grader -- the good, the bad and the ugly of the Common Core.
One element that people are shaking their heads about: writing in math. In middle school, it looks like a three paragraph essay explaining how you solved a problem.
In my poetry classes, it looks like this:
|A mathematical graph of the Fibonacci sequence PLUS
|science (Fibonacci spirals in nature) EQUALS
The Northfield third graders are a brainy bunch. They quickly saw that we could take the Fibonacci numbers and use them to count syllables, creating a poem that matches the numerical sequence.
To read my full Fibonacci Poetry lesson plan, please visit last year's FIB POST. Also, check out Poetry Friday blogger and Fib inventor Greg Pincus's explanation of the form.
Common Core is doable... when you give teachers some flexibility to be creative and teach. The Northfield poets deftly wrote POEMS about SCIENCE using a MATHEMATICAL sequence. Let's give them some snaps. (We don't clap in poetry class. Snaps put us in a rhythmic mood.)
Here are two poets from Ms. Pruitt's homeroom, and their super, scientific, sequential Fibonacci poems.
buzzing when they fly
sense of responsibility
I found Ally's last line to be fascinating. Bees are following their instincts when they collect pollen. Yet, their behavior is responsible for the health of the plants they pollinate.
Another Pruitt poet took a favorite subject, orangutans, and went all the way to 34 syllables with his scientific information about the primates.
swinging from vine to vine. Then they
jump around to the ground to scoop up durians. They
then climb back up to the tops of the trees to make a leafy nest to sleep in, but the
baby one doesn’t want to go to sleep. The mama orangutan sings her little one a song and
he goes to sleep. Good night, “forest people!”
|Durian fruit from hungrytravels.com