Words are Gifts


Stepping out clumsily towards the line

Walking briskly with friends

Stamping heavily to the playground

Jumping happily as the ball bounced

Running hastily with a lunch bag in hand

Stepping boldly after the meal

Strolling casually as her friend waits

Galloping excitedly to the four-square game

Dodging carefully as the ball is thrown

Standing alertly as the ball passes the line

The playground teemed with activity

I watched carefully, noticing the different movements around me.

On duty this afternoon, aiming to conjure a slice, I saw legs many pairs of legs. They moved in different ways. I told myself that will make an interesting slice. So that is how the idea of the poem came about.

5 responses to “Lunchtime”

  1. I love your poem because it tells so much about the events in a short space. It really says what recess is like to the one on duty! All activities going on simultaneously.

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  2. I love this poem about noticing legs!

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  3. The movement of the poem mirrors the movement around you. Nice noticing!

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  4. I love this poem, the way you bring together all of the activity. You’re right – recess is just a blur of bodies and legs and noise. You’ve captured it all so beautifully here. Great poem!

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  5. What fabulous inspiration for a poem, Juliette!
    BTW: I adored the way each sentence began with such a powerful verb.

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I am am Elementary school teacher at an International IB School in Accra, Ghana, West Africa. I write with groups of writers, such as Teach Write.


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