Sylvia Vardell and Janet Wong have done it again. They’ve created a new anthology for their Poetry Friday series, this one called GREAT MORNING! Poems for School Leaders. The anthology is a collection of 75 poems by 50+ poets (including me)—with intros and intriguing facts for each week of the school year.

Why not bring the joy of Poetry Fridays into your morning announcements, taking just a minute every Friday to share a poem? Readers of these morning announcement poems could include the principal, office staff, nurse, counselor, custodian, security guard or police officer, parent volunteers, guest readers from the community, and student leaders. Have fun creating your school’s reading rituals on Poetry Fridays—and on any day. And don’t be surprised if it’s a wonderful poem moment that students remember most vividly at the end of the school year!

Read more about the anthology on Sylvia’s Poetry For Children blog or literacy specialist Catherine Flynn’s Reading to the Core blog.

“Love That Boy” by Walter Dean Myers inspired Sharon Creech to write the verse novel, Love That Dog. And Sharon’s book inspired me to write this poem.

This is What it Means to See

Words count.
All words,

and giving voice to those children
who don’t yet know their power
is to open the world.

Mrs. Stretchberry
knows how to woo her student Jack,
understands how to draw from him
phrases that play with shapes and sounds,
stanzas that speak to the pain
of loss
and love
and memory.

During a school year
where poetry is a regular part of things,
words work deep,
settle,
unfold,
grow
as Jack does from a boy who thinks
writing poetry is to
“make
short
lines”
to one who finds the courage —
through the voice and style of others —
to speak his own.

“Was it like me
when I didn’t think
my words
were
poems?”
Jack asks Mrs. Stretchberry,
and I am firm in the knowing
that
teachers reach into lives,
authors speak directly to their readers,
words make impact,
transform,
compel,
demand response
every time
they’re heard.

Poetry is
as sweet as
a dog lolling in the afternoon sun,
is
as painful as
“that straggly furry
smiling
dog
Sky”
hit by a car,
sprawled on the road
“with his legs bent funny,”
taken in a moment from the boy
who’d picked him from the shelter
“with his paws curled
around the wire
and his long red tongue
hanging out
and his big black eyes
looking a little sad
and his long tail
wag-wag-wagging
as if he were saying
Me me me! Choose me!”

It is in the writing down
that loss becomes more than sorrow:
It becomes a touchstone for all who encounter
the memory,
even when it’s not their own.
Poetry is
a balm,
a battle cry,
a picture that says
this is what it means to see.

Some like to debate
the merit of the verse novel:
Is it a collection of poems tied together through narrative?
A hybrid form somehow lesser than true poetry?
Something from English class — stories spoken by a blind man?
A tale stripped bare, chopped to pieces for effect?

And yet,
whatever the definition,
there is no denying verse novels
open the way of rhythm,
expose through brevity
true abundance,
give readers room to live in the midst of language
rich and intricate,
stilted,
jarring,
beautiful and barren.
Sharon Creech tells a complete story
with a handful of poems,
and in doing so
accents Jack’s world with authenticity
that would have been lost in a jumble of prose.

Poetry gives
Jack the room to experiment with writing
and pushes him beyond,
allows him to dream
an Important Poet cares —
when Walter Dean Myers,
true poet,
who inspires Jack’s bravest work,
walks into Jack’s fictitious world,
takes notice of the boy who
Loves That Dog.