Today's group was focused on reflecting on impactful memories. We created a poem using the following steps which Jeff shared with us: #1 Name the memory or picture in 2 words #2 In a sentence tell the story of the memory OR Write down 2 adjectives that describe the memory #3 Write 3 verbs using "ing" to describe actions related to the memory OR Write 2 pairs of words--in each pair use a color and a feeling from the memory #4 Create a phrase or sentence about the memory using "like" or "as" #5 If there’s an animal in your memory what is it and what is it doing? OR If your memory was an animal what animal would it be and what would it be doing? #6 Now, make up a different name from the 2 words in #1 for your memory. You can name it with as many words as you like. Now, starting with #1 as your title write out what you have as a poem--you may break lines where you wish. Obtaining a bachelor’s degree, Justin D Relief, Gratitude Concluding a long journey on my own terms Invigorating, comforting, motivating It’s like finding inspiration, as a butterfly finds new life after breaking free from it’s cocoon A caged mountain lion set free into the wild A journey to find me Louie Turkeyham, Ellen
Unjust, hurt - Teasing, Infuriating, Retaliating, Getting even was like buying stake In the playground, A turkey dancing, The tears of a turkey.
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Oftentimes, food holds traditions for us, memories of childhood or a special time. Write about a food that you love, miss, make, desire, or enjoy sharing. Pizza Night, Justin D
It’s Friday night and Mom just picked us up from the babysitter’s house. We pile in the car, me and my two brothers. My brothers ask Mom, what’s for dinner, but I know it’s pay day. Mom works all week and usually cooks us a great meal when we get home. But, on Friday’s it’s pizza day. As we pull up to the bustling old-world Italian New York Pizza Shop, my mouth begins to water. The smell is amazing, and we can hardly contain ourselves. Tomato sauce, bread baking, spices like oregano, garlic, and basil drift from the pizzeria into the open car window. A group of people stand on a line that stretches out the door, and here comes Mom. She is carrying a heavenly white box that reads Brother’s Pizzeria. We all volunteer to hold the box, thinking who ever carries it in the house has first dibs on the first slice. I’m the oldest, so she gives it to me, with glee and delight I hold the warm box with a big smile. I look at my Mom with gratitude and respect. Thanks for pizza night Mom. |
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