Spelling Words Challenge #18
Hello Readers,
These are some more of my spelling words.
clock, large, page, mark, kitten, judge, crack, edge, pocket brake, change, ridge, jacket, badge, orange, freckles, advantage, pledge, Kentucky, kingdom, blade, budding, fireflies, flutter, notepad,
Spelling Words Challenge!
The challenge is for you to use the spelling words in the order they are in and make a paragraph out of them in the order they are in.
For an example, go to the blog dated February 17, 2009. It is called "Spelling Words and Challenge!"
Post your answer as a comment on my blog.
These are some more of my spelling words.
clock, large, page, mark, kitten, judge, crack, edge, pocket brake, change, ridge, jacket, badge, orange, freckles, advantage, pledge, Kentucky, kingdom, blade, budding, fireflies, flutter, notepad,
Spelling Words Challenge!
The challenge is for you to use the spelling words in the order they are in and make a paragraph out of them in the order they are in.
For an example, go to the blog dated February 17, 2009. It is called "Spelling Words and Challenge!"
Post your answer as a comment on my blog.
Hello Aliyah,
ReplyDeleteI am going to post two poems and one piece of nanofiction. "Nanofiction" comes from the idea of "flash fiction", which is a really, really short piece of fiction--much shorter than a short story--that you can read quickly. "Microfiction" is shorter still, and "Nanofiction" is even shorter than that!
Love, Mama Sharon...
Here goes:
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Title: Reflections on a Poem I Heard at a Book Signing on Saturday, June 13th
I heard a poem about a clock,
which yielded its faithful tock,
when its owner, a grandfather, died.
It was large and sage,
elegant and aged,
like a yellowing page
from his journal.
Its smooth oak chest bore an unmistakable mark
of one family kitten after another creating playful, leisurely sparks.
This is the final judge:
The last tick,
followed by that last tock
and then croak and crack
of the entrails and edge of the wooden old case,
now an eternal pocket
that has put a brake
on the bronzed moving parts….
_Ar werth_, “For sale” in Welsh, titled this grandfather clock poem. For change, for a few pounds,
this old faithful tock
has left his home.
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Way up on the ridge,
each man moves in his jacket like a pendulum,
back and forth,
back and forth,
to the cadence of the slow and slowing river below.
The badge on an arm catches a wink of sun,
the orange hair of some alternates with the brown and the blond.
(One's freckles are one's friends, an advantage, a protection against the light and the wind.)
Piece by littered piece of paper, the mountain grows green again.
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NanoFiction: A Horse from Mali
That Kentucky horse had come all the way from Kingdom of Mali. Horses, to her, had ethnicities; they had been her relatives, as close as her father before her for whom some planter paid $40,000 for his training services in perpetua…. A blade of 5 grasses mixed with 10 budding stalks of oats and 15 wild carrots was all the horse ate during the day, with a feast of dancing fireflies to take his night time hunger, and loneliness, away.
Flutter, fireflies, flutter.
Flutter, fireflies, flutter.
--From the Fulani Accountant’s Notepad of 16 June 1809