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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & General Editor
Volume 10, Number 1, March 2016


Donna Buck
Carlsbad, California, USA

Spring Fever

He's a good sport, my struggling reader. We push markers on the page again and again as I hold his finger to help him track the words. I am waiting for the 'aha' moment when he gets it. But we're still at Level 6 after three weeks. The sameness. I check on myself as a teacher to see why he doesn't progress. But today I am so tired.

He looks outside again. It's green green spring out there. We listen together to the rising, falling call of the meadowlarks in the hills.

under a cloudless sky
a coneflower
in a violet field
nothing more
nothing less

"Know what?" he asks. "I caught a snake and it's in a can in the garage with holes in the lid. Should I tell my mom?"

"Wow! Would you draw me a picture of the snake and bring it next time?" I ask him.

We end our session for the day. "Don't forget to tell your mom so you can let it go. And be sure and bring the picture, OK?"

"Sure!" he calls back as he dashes off.

It's the first time I've seen him smile.

Perseids . . .
how simple
life once was
and how, tonight
it is



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