To The Students in Room 114...
Enjoy the FESTIVE SEASON
Have fun resting at home.
Where sleigh bells and slippers silhouette snow
All led by holiday gnomes.
May Santa stuff your stockings,
May pudding fill your spleen.
I cannot wait to see your smiles in 2015!!!
Sally
Followers
Saturday, 20 December 2014
Tuesday, 30 September 2014
Sunday, 10 August 2014
Saturday, 9 August 2014
Sunday, 27 July 2014
Good Evening,
I was up at 6:00 this morning popping Spanekopitas into the oven so I'd be ready for our post-show pot luck. Liam's Shakespeare camp came to an end today with a brilliant performance of Romeo & Juliet. Then, after a picnic on the beach, we got to go back and watch the pros do it in the production of A Midsummer Night's Dream. What an unforgettable day, and another great experience at camp (Liam's 5th season). It also brings my little daily writing spree to an end (Sun of the Beach 2014). Recalling how challenging it is to write an original poem every day, I will be going on a hiatus as I tie up loose ends and prepare for a short family vacation. We will be travelling to Pender Island for a few days in August so stay tuned, I will be writing poetry and posting them daily while we are on our trip. Thank you for reading... Stay Safe!
Liam
Shakespeare would be mind-blown if he saw what kids like you are doing with his work.
Observing your fervency was genetic deja vu, conjuring the memory of my own youthful ardor.
Nurturing your passion has been an honour, but consider the baton passed. It's all yours baby!
Sally
I was up at 6:00 this morning popping Spanekopitas into the oven so I'd be ready for our post-show pot luck. Liam's Shakespeare camp came to an end today with a brilliant performance of Romeo & Juliet. Then, after a picnic on the beach, we got to go back and watch the pros do it in the production of A Midsummer Night's Dream. What an unforgettable day, and another great experience at camp (Liam's 5th season). It also brings my little daily writing spree to an end (Sun of the Beach 2014). Recalling how challenging it is to write an original poem every day, I will be going on a hiatus as I tie up loose ends and prepare for a short family vacation. We will be travelling to Pender Island for a few days in August so stay tuned, I will be writing poetry and posting them daily while we are on our trip. Thank you for reading... Stay Safe!
Liam
Shakespeare would be mind-blown if he saw what kids like you are doing with his work.
Observing your fervency was genetic deja vu, conjuring the memory of my own youthful ardor.
Nurturing your passion has been an honour, but consider the baton passed. It's all yours baby!
Sally
Saturday, 26 July 2014
Friday, 25 July 2014
A Dog's Life
Between the war in Gaza
and the Teacher's Strike,
I wish I were anything
but human.
Feeling lobotomized by the
Criticism
Amoralism
Acumen!
Mortified by appalling
Terror
Lies
Deceit
It's not worth the
Power
or Comfort
If we treat
each other
like meat.
I'd give up my
bed
and the roof
overhead
for a
Dog's House,
or the life of a
mouse,
to be
ANYTHING
but human!
Sally
Between the war in Gaza
and the Teacher's Strike,
I wish I were anything
but human.
Feeling lobotomized by the
Criticism
Amoralism
Acumen!
Mortified by appalling
Terror
Lies
Deceit
It's not worth the
Power
or Comfort
If we treat
each other
like meat.
I'd give up my
bed
and the roof
overhead
for a
Dog's House,
or the life of a
mouse,
to be
ANYTHING
but human!
Sally
Thursday, 24 July 2014
Wednesday, 23 July 2014
Tuesday, 22 July 2014
A Day to Remember
By 8:00 I was racing about
Chopping multicoloured peppers,
Dicing onions, and creating an
Exquisite Corn chowder.
Finally, I managed to leave home to
Galavant to Mira's house.
Happily, I arrived an hour later to reside
In the company of delightful ladies.
Just what the doctor ordered.
Knowing these visits are far and few between we
Laughed, and lounged all afternoon
Making the most of our time.
Nourishing our spirits, and savouring each glorious moment.
Sally
By 8:00 I was racing about
Chopping multicoloured peppers,
Dicing onions, and creating an
Exquisite Corn chowder.
Finally, I managed to leave home to
Galavant to Mira's house.
Happily, I arrived an hour later to reside
In the company of delightful ladies.
Just what the doctor ordered.
Knowing these visits are far and few between we
Laughed, and lounged all afternoon
Making the most of our time.
Nourishing our spirits, and savouring each glorious moment.
Sally
Monday, 21 July 2014
Son
Seems like yesterday that I held you in my arms
Stunned by your perfection.
Seeing you bloom in your Lord of the Flies world,
Stick in hand, seeking out the next adventure.
Striving to make sense of everything, while
Secretly wishing Hogwarts were real.
Saving me daily, just knowing that you're mine.
Sally
Seems like yesterday that I held you in my arms
Stunned by your perfection.
Seeing you bloom in your Lord of the Flies world,
Stick in hand, seeking out the next adventure.
Striving to make sense of everything, while
Secretly wishing Hogwarts were real.
Saving me daily, just knowing that you're mine.
Sally
Sunday, 20 July 2014
Saturday, 19 July 2014
Friday, 18 July 2014
For Josh
He told them he was joining the army
to protect his Homeland.
How could they say no.
Times were peaceful.
They looked at him
in awe of his bravery
and did what any
good parents would do.
They professed their
love, admiration and support.
They sent him off
with his name sewn
onto the back of
his boxer shorts.
He left knowing
without a doubt
that his family
loves him,
that they are with him,
and they will miss him
horribly.
Then a war broke out.
Now he stands on enemy land.
The echo of his
family's love
remains impenetrable
and unwavering amidst
the shouts of war.
While his parents
wait desperately
to hear news of his safety,
yearning for their enemy to
"...love their children more than they hate us." (Golda Meir)
Sally
He told them he was joining the army
to protect his Homeland.
How could they say no.
Times were peaceful.
They looked at him
in awe of his bravery
and did what any
good parents would do.
They professed their
love, admiration and support.
They sent him off
with his name sewn
onto the back of
his boxer shorts.
He left knowing
without a doubt
that his family
loves him,
that they are with him,
and they will miss him
horribly.
Then a war broke out.
Now he stands on enemy land.
The echo of his
family's love
remains impenetrable
and unwavering amidst
the shouts of war.
While his parents
wait desperately
to hear news of his safety,
yearning for their enemy to
"...love their children more than they hate us." (Golda Meir)
Sally
Thursday, 17 July 2014
Konichiwa!
I am off to yet another spectacular beach, to bid farewell to a colleague of mine who is moving to the other side of the country. Here is a little acrostic in her honour.
So long sweet Melissa
Hope Toronto treats you well.
A great big loss to all of us
Like a tortoise with no shell.
Our love and thoughts go with you to this chapter in your story.
May your future be fantastic with nothing but pure Glory!
Sally
I am off to yet another spectacular beach, to bid farewell to a colleague of mine who is moving to the other side of the country. Here is a little acrostic in her honour.
So long sweet Melissa
Hope Toronto treats you well.
A great big loss to all of us
Like a tortoise with no shell.
Our love and thoughts go with you to this chapter in your story.
May your future be fantastic with nothing but pure Glory!
Sally
Wednesday, 16 July 2014
Fully Meeting Expectations
Furrowed brow,
sweat collecting on upper lip.
Speed-walking,
looking for a hook.
Things change
Times change
Stay on top!
Research it
Google it
Tweet it
Know what you're talking about.
Support
Scaffold
Encourage
Dovetail
Practice clarity
Patience
Repetition
Be comforting,
kind.
Set boundaries and
enforce them.
NO CELL PHONES!
And...
Get the work done.
Move from A to B.
Enrich
Enlighten
Accurately Assess
Expertly evolve kittens to cougars.
Be prepared to
Work Hard,
Be a Role Model,
A spokesperson for
Education.
Expect...
Disrespect.
Anticipate being
Utilized
Wielded
Maneuvered and
Manipulated by
Government Employers.
Looking at the
history of
Canadian Politics
they are
merely mirroring
the leadership style
of our first
Prime Minister's
Pacific Scandal.
Followed by countless
Dishonest others...
We are the country of
coke snorting
publicly drunk-
driving Premiers...
So why NOT
destroy Public Education?
It certainly means
the government is
Fully Meeting Expectations.
Sally
Tuesday, 15 July 2014
Curious Strangers
Intensionally selected is a smile across my face,
to invite another's greeting and to leave me with a trace
of curious human fellowship, a sister or a brother,
a quick verbal connection, though we do not know each other.
Like the feeling that arises when you help a stranger out.
Returning a lost bootie or a warning heads up shout.
Though we are not related and wont likely meet again,
I love to smile, entice Hellos, from momentary friends.
Sally
Intensionally selected is a smile across my face,
to invite another's greeting and to leave me with a trace
of curious human fellowship, a sister or a brother,
a quick verbal connection, though we do not know each other.
Like the feeling that arises when you help a stranger out.
Returning a lost bootie or a warning heads up shout.
Though we are not related and wont likely meet again,
I love to smile, entice Hellos, from momentary friends.
Sally
Monday, 14 July 2014
Hello...
I spent my first glorious day on the beach particularly drawn to the ocean life. I love Haikus, as they represent many words, thoughts, and musings in only three lines. After four pages of scribbles... this is what I came up with.
Fate in Gravity
The catfish and trout
re-schedule their date, as the
tide hijacks their lunch
Sally
I spent my first glorious day on the beach particularly drawn to the ocean life. I love Haikus, as they represent many words, thoughts, and musings in only three lines. After four pages of scribbles... this is what I came up with.
Fate in Gravity
The catfish and trout
re-schedule their date, as the
tide hijacks their lunch
Sally
Sunday, 13 July 2014
Summer Greetings
Hello...
Is anyone still out there?
Am I still here for that matter?
By the looks of my blog, one could deduce that I have disappeared completely.
Based on the last post, one might conclude that my Grade 12 English students had nothing inspiring to share...
NOT TRUE!
If you have followed the journey of this blog, you will know that I began a new job this past September. I went back to my original roots of teaching Theatre and English in a public high school. What drew me to this particular school is the fact that it is a Fine Arts school that houses Grades 1-12. The building is a living miracle. I felt engulfed over the past year, and encouraged to flourish amongst the most inspiring of artists.
With the rekindling of my inner Theatre-Junky, my poetry writing definitely became my less utilized form of creative expression, and with three kids and a husband to care for, it was hard to believe that I ever managed to write daily poems on this blog.
However, with summer upon us, and my youngest munchkin's Shakespeare Camp running next week, I am back! I will be spending two weeks on the beach unleashing the words within. With a Teacher's Strike, Political Hypocrisy, a new KING SIZE bed, being the parent of the Lower Mainland Junior Improv. Champion/Macbeth the Miraculous Flautist/Chef Dezzy Flay-King of International Cuisine... I have many stories to share. So stay tuned (this time I wont disappear for 7 months) for the next two weeks of...
Sun of a Beach- A Collection of Reflections from Sally
(July 14th-27th 2014)
I am looking forward to sharing, and thank those of you who continue to read.
CHEERS!
Sally
Is anyone still out there?
Am I still here for that matter?
By the looks of my blog, one could deduce that I have disappeared completely.
Based on the last post, one might conclude that my Grade 12 English students had nothing inspiring to share...
NOT TRUE!
If you have followed the journey of this blog, you will know that I began a new job this past September. I went back to my original roots of teaching Theatre and English in a public high school. What drew me to this particular school is the fact that it is a Fine Arts school that houses Grades 1-12. The building is a living miracle. I felt engulfed over the past year, and encouraged to flourish amongst the most inspiring of artists.
With the rekindling of my inner Theatre-Junky, my poetry writing definitely became my less utilized form of creative expression, and with three kids and a husband to care for, it was hard to believe that I ever managed to write daily poems on this blog.
However, with summer upon us, and my youngest munchkin's Shakespeare Camp running next week, I am back! I will be spending two weeks on the beach unleashing the words within. With a Teacher's Strike, Political Hypocrisy, a new KING SIZE bed, being the parent of the Lower Mainland Junior Improv. Champion/Macbeth the Miraculous Flautist/Chef Dezzy Flay-King of International Cuisine... I have many stories to share. So stay tuned (this time I wont disappear for 7 months) for the next two weeks of...
Sun of a Beach- A Collection of Reflections from Sally
(July 14th-27th 2014)
I am looking forward to sharing, and thank those of you who continue to read.
CHEERS!
Sally
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