Michal at Gran Quivira
It looks like a love of words runs in the family. My 9-year old grandson, Michal, wrote this “I am from” poem for a school assignment. Here is an interview with Michal followed by his poem.
Laughing Dove: What was your inspiration for this poem?
Michal: The poem is about who I am and where I came from.
LD: What is your favorite part of the poem?
M: I like the last stanza about who I ended up.
LD: Where do you go to school?
M: Desert Willow Family School in Albuquerque, NM.
LD: What is your favorite subject at school?
M: I love science and my science teacher Mrs Devon.
LD: Do you ever read poetry? What poems do you like?
M: Yes, my favorite poetry comes from music. I like poems that rhyme and sound like a song.
LD: What book are you reading now?
M: I am rereading Eragon. It is all about dragons. I like fantasy books.
Just Michal
I am from nuts and bolts
and ratchets too.
I am from anything
that racers do.
I am from bits and bytes
and computer noise
and organized rooms
with lots of toys.
I am from strong people
with helping hands
making big changes
across the lands.
I am from orange balls
that shoot through hoops
and tennis shoes
where I can’t seem to tie loops.
I am from hope and love
that comes straight from above.
I am from dragons and fantasy
Just close your eyes and imagine me.
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This sweet boy amazes me everyday.
I especially like the third stanza – “I am from strong people with helping hands…”, it’s a simple yet powerful statement with a hint of hope for the future!
Great poem Michal!
Dear Michal –
In this poem you move from your participation in the down-to- earth manufacturing environment of “nuts and bolts” to your know-how and involvement in the world of cyberspace to an appreciation of social responsibility on a world-wide scale to your love of games. You might have ended the poem right there. Thankfully, you didn’t ,but instead, ended it with the most important quality of life altogether, according to poets, philosophers, artists, and inspired statesmen down through the ages — an appreciation of imagination. I love this poem and I love you.
Thanks guys for the nice comments. I love you all too.