"And sweetest in the gale is heard, and sore must be the storm, that could abash the little bird that kept so many warm."
Just did this poem a couple weeks ago with my 5th grade class. Took them a bit to work their way through her style of phrasing, but when they finally got her message, there was a moment of appreciative silence in the room. "Oh wow," somebody said.
Those are the teaching moments I love. I get chills.
"And sweetest in the gale is heard, and sore must be the storm, that could abash the little bird that kept so many warm."
ReplyDeleteJust did this poem a couple weeks ago with my 5th grade class. Took them a bit to work their way through her style of phrasing, but when they finally got her message, there was a moment of appreciative silence in the room. "Oh wow," somebody said.
Those are the teaching moments I love. I get chills.