Tag Archives: Ted Kooser

On Year 5: February’s Poems


It’s cold!  There will be six more weeks of winter!  And of course, ironically, Groundhog Day is marked by a snow day, because there’s a blizzard.  Hardly any snow in January, and then things go absolutely crazy, weather-wise.  Still, there are poems.  And we read them! February 2, Monday: snow day–no school February 3, Tuesday: “February” by …

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On Year 4: October’s Poems


The days grow shorter, the nights grow longer.  The air grows colder, and I abandon my sandals for socks and shoes.  The boys in my classes are thinking about hunting–some of the girls are, too.  From the windows of my classroom, I can see the leaves turn on the old maples between the school and …

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On Year 4: September’s Poems


Of course, the school year actually started in August–doesn’t it always?  So there’s a bonus poem.  I faced the usual resistance among some of the kids who have never been in my class before:  do we have to listen to every poem?  Yes, I told them–every blasted one.  That pretty much answers that question, came the …

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On Year 3: September’s Poems


Not to mention two in August! Back to school, and back to a poem a day to my classes.  How many times does one have to do something before it becomes a habit?  This will be the third year for me–the third year since I took this one simple idea away from the Frost Place …

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On the Second April’s Poems


April is a month of contradictions.  Which, of course, might be the reason why I was born in it.  It’s an ornery month, reflecting my personality running up to school’s April break more than a bit accurately. Still, April, of course, is National Poetry Month.  So that’s all the more reason to read poems to …

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On February’s Poems


For February, because it’s the month of Valentine’s Day, I went with love poems.  When I announced that, on the first, to the classes, they all groaned, because, cynical 17-year-olds that they are, to them love poems mean hearts and flowers and squishy-ness.  Fine!  Sometimes we all just need a good dose of hearts and …

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