LEARNING TO READ
Tromping my way down the line,
Tussling one word at a time—
It was either them or me.
I persevered, muscles flexed,
Speaking them aloud slowly.
They raised the white flag, this batch,
During our word-wrestling match,
As they told their tale to me.
© 2016 Tabatha Yeatts. All rights reserved.
Jane Yolen has challenged us to write a septercet that features reading or writing this month. What is a septercet? Click HERE for more details.
Post your poem on our September 2016 padlet. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration this Friday, September 30th, and one lucky participant will win a personalized copy of her fabulous new collection of science poetry: