As one of my students came into class this morning, I pointed to the feeder outside our window.
“Look, S, there’s a bluebird! Isn’t he beautiful?”
He raced over to look.
“I just wrote a poem about a bluebird,” I said.
“You wrote a poem?” he asked.
I nodded. “I love bluebirds so much.”
“Do you know what?” he asked.
“What?”
“Yesterday on the way to the doctor’s I saw a bluebird, and you know what?”
“No, what?” I responded.
“It was so beautiful.” He paused. “It was so beautiful, I almost cried.”
I know what you mean S.
With Gratitude to the Blue Bird
The pulse of your blue
like an animated piece of enchanted sky
free-wheeling elusive indigo
optimism on the wing
©Molly Hogan, draft
Nix the comfort zone 
That POEM is so beautiful that I want to cry.
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“Optimism on the wing”– and S is optimism in the classroom! Beautiful blending of story and poem.
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“optimism on the wing”–such a beautiful line. And it really is such a vivid, surprising blue that tears are a natural response!
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Enchanted sky that makes us all cry. What a sensitive sweet boy you have the pleasure of teaching.
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