I get such an ego boost from teaching poetry to 4th graders. Really. If only I could bottle up that enthusiasm and wild imagination...
4th Grader - Are you famous?
Me - No. I don't think so.
4th Grader - But do you have a book?
Me - Well, yes I do. (I hold up the chapbook from which I read earlier)
4th Grader - Did you write all those poems?
Me - Yep. They're all mine.
4th Grader - Wow! Can I have your autograph?
Me - Um. Sure.
I was then swarmed by 4th graders running up to me and thrusting their notebooks in my face to sign for them. It was very funny. One girl even asked if I felt like Justin Bieber signing all these autographs.
So, for a few scant minutes I got to feel like a rock star today. There were no paparazzi on hand, but photos were taken for posterity and documentation. And to provide a report to Target, whose funding supported the interdisciplinary program "InterAction: Learning Through Art," in which I participated as "the poet."
I will even admit to being humbled by the extraordinary imaginations of some of the students. One's poem described the "elastic field." In another's poem "one tree wanted to be a carriage, carrying kings and queens, while the second tree wanted to carry treasures."
I want to be the tree that dreams of carrying treasures... I want to be that elastic field.