THE UNAPPRECIATED NINJAS
I look out of windows,
in Japan where I stay,
I see rooftops,
Chimneys made of clay.
Rats scramble over shops,
And fly across flats,
I begin to imagine,
Urban hilltops.
Where ninjas battle,
And samurai’s hold sway,
Where fears are far,
And nerves don’t fray.
The train screams,
Pulling in the station,
I look down,
To see a Gaijin Invasion.
© 2018 Angelique Pacheco. All rights reserved.
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to read this month's interview with Julie Fogliano. She has challenged
us to stare out the window and write a poem about what we see. You might
even consider writing something down every day for a week:
You have until Thursday, May 31st, at 5:00 pm (EST) to join in! Post your poem on our May 2018 padlet and I will add it to the wrap-up presentation HERE. One lucky participant will win a personalized copy of Julie's stunning new picture book from Roaring Brook Press:At the end of the week, read through what you wrote and write your favorite bits on a separate piece of paper. I bet there will be a poem in there somewhere… see if you can find it. – J. F.
Wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteI love the adventure you've taken me on in this poem, Angelique! A surprising and exhilarating tour of the imagination.
ReplyDeleteI like how you turned from reality into imagining a new scene. Well done surprise!
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