Inspirations by a 4th grader, Doodles and Poetry

Now this was from an elementary school that I worked at last year. This is a drawing that a young 4^th grader drew on the board, as the teacher was teaching her lesson. The artist was as the signature states—Daniel. It was tough because I was working with purely 4^th graders, and I struggle with elementary kids. But when I was told what this kid did, and then saw the picture, I admit, it made me smile.

Granted, this kid is obviously oppositional defiant, but this illustrates exactly why I love working with oppositional defiant children. Not only does this child not like school, he has the ability to express it in such a intelligent fashion. He has labeled the school, he has a wrecking ball ready to smash it, and to top it all off, my man has protesters out front saying school is a leagel....or illegal! What 4^th grader has the gall to go up to the board, uninvited, while the teacher is teaching, draws this on the board, and then signs it?!!? Lovely, if I would had been the teacher, I don't think I would of sent him out, I think I would of let him finish and then address why he drew it, and had a conversation about timing.

I think this gave me a lot of inspiration to do this site. Our children say and do the damn-dessss things; they display courage, and the ability to call b.s., b.s, when they see it. They express themselves inappropriately sometimes, however their message always comes across loud and clear.

Below are some doodles and poetry, I hope you are enjoying my site and stuff, please feel free to comment.


We fly snap dragons
on Tuesday, be gone
from grand-dads earthdae
to cousin Erma's homecoming
shrink down, ant size
hitch a ride on the eastern-
most snowflake
takin the southern-route
to the Florida-Georgia border

Catch
Cynthia
ridin' two
turtles headin'
up-stream by
way of the
Henry Hudson
I am
master manipulator
movin' mountains                                                            by my might
                                                                                wish me to do some
                                                                                work--may take
                                                                                me all damn day

You choose to play

child games, but

claim you're a young

adult

teachers rackin' their

brain on how to

reach you,

before you reach that

rope.

It's not all about skills

that cope, sometime it's

teachin' you to stay awake

and use your mind;

we gotta get you to float.

For some of you would

rush to waters at 18 and

immediately sink.

Unable to access lessons

learned because you

refuse to think

You are no longer a baby

once you master

walking, talking,

and the control of your bowels

even if your attitude

is shit

You still need to learn

your vowels

In space
they create
corners & pockets
to pack in emotion
& experience
under extreme
climate change
Changing children creep
through calenders, sometimes
attempting to revert when
new pregnancies pop into the
picture

She said she was very 

Zen, & having a
moment;
as she opened
the door for us,
carrying 5 freshly emptied,
but not so
fresh smelling
purple recycling
containers.
We were
2 small, hot coco's
3 chai's
and an extra coffee--
I believe.
Mornings in the moment
can be beautiful

Never plan to be 

somewhere for so 

long, but then 

you get involved; co-

workers become friends,

becomes an intrest, a date;

(she relates love to your

face) then you get scared

& she leaves. Never planned 

to stay, but love lost became 

friends who were co-workers

who noticed you weren't 

happy & did their best 

to keep you sane.