Thursday, August 20, 2015

In August I Am

In August,
 I am
a barefoot walking
blackberry picking
meadow singing
sky gazing
wave flowing
early riser.

In August, 
I am
AWAKE! 



This is an I am" poem similar to one I had my students write. They wrote a simpler, more generalized poem comprised mostly of adjectives they believe describe them. I set my poem specifically in August, because I feel that I change and flow with the seasons. So, this is me immersed in August.

If you would like to share a brief I Am poem in the comments, or link to one on your blog, I would love to read it!

Where ever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you abundance.

22 comments:

Pom Pom said...

So great! The "I am from . . ." poems are fun, too!

Blogoratti said...

A great piece, really lovely.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

You make me smile.
Special thoughts go forth to you....

Aisling said...

Thanks, Pom. We had fun writing poetry and will try an "I am from" poem sometime soon. I think this type of writing helps students learn to be more reflective.

Aisling said...

Thank you very much!

Aisling said...

Ernestine, Thank you for the special thoughts!

Out on the prairie said...

Very nice, I enjoyed some blackberry cobbler this last week.

Linda said...

Lovely.

Tabor said...

In August I am slow
I am a barefoot
Camera carrying
Salt-sweat browed
Grandma in search
Of the first
Clues of autumn.

Aisling said...

I love it! Thank you for joining in!

Aisling said...

Thank you! Glad you came by!

sarah said...

What a great idea! :-) I did it on my own weblog.

Aisling said...

Yum. Love cobbler. Haven't made any this year yet.

elaine said...

Your lovely poem says it all.
I am
luxuriating in early morning sunshine
watching the swallows gathering on the wires
eating honey for breakfast
feeling the cool soft grass
under my feet
cutting down the raspberry canes
watching the bees working their way
round the flower heads
picking the fallen apples
trying not to get stung by wasps!

Aisling said...

Elaine, oh thank you for joining in. Your poem is wonderful! So descriptive I could see it all happening. I just love that early morning sunshine!

Aisling said...

I went to your blog to read your poem, Sarah. So beautiful! And fun to think of August in the southern hemisphere. Thank you for joining in.

Tessa~ Here there be musing said...

Sarah has a link to your blog, on hers. And I came over. Love Sarah, so her links are to be followed. :-)

This time of year, a lovely, lovely time of year...

Tessa

Sandra Morris said...

I love August!
Very nice poem.

Aisling said...

Tessa, Thank you so much for following that link. I am just discovering Sarah's blog. And now, I am off to discover yours as well! :)

Aisling said...

Thank you, Sandra. I think August always passes in a blur for me, so this year I decided to slow down and notice and appreciate it!

Marianne said...

In August I am...

enjoying the sun-warmed wind in my hair,
the cool, green grass under my feet,
the sunlight streaming through the trees, glinting on the leaves,
the quiet embrace of the empty woods and the peace that I find there,
the muddy stream running through the valley,
the uncut, faded grass in the meadow where wild flowers grow each summer
and the ecstatic freedom of my beautiful, bouncing, bounding, young yellow Labrador as she keeps me company on my walk.

Happy August!

Aisling said...

Wonderful.imagery! Thank you for taking us along on a scenic walk through August! So glad you joined in.