Poetry in the Park

Sometimes authentic learning involves Skyping with a class in Germany, or publishing a book online, but sometimes authenticity is much closer at hand.

My son's first grade class wrote poems and then hung them up on trees, benches, fence posts and electric poles over a span of about a half mile. They are scattered from the school down a few blocks and through a large city park.

Hundreds, and maybe even thousands, of people have paused to read a poem during the few days they've been hung up. The pride these first graders feel at having created real public art is palpable.

Hats off to these teachers for making a real difference!

(Click on the pictures to read the poems.)