Little reminders amidst the mess

Our sweet classroom has looked a bit like a train-wreck these past few days as I have moved furniture and organized and re-moved furniture and reorganized (Hmmm. Remove has a different meaning than to move something again. So should it be re-move? I moved stuff more than once! English language help...please!) I have had a combination of excitement and terror running through my mind as I get everything sorted out. The dread usually comes into play when I feel like the most unorganized teacher in the history of education. Perhaps I am being a bit hard on myself, but I wonder how great learning can happen when the structure isn't entirely perfect. And when the teacher is a bit kooky.

But then I found some work as I was going through a stack of papers. Some brilliant, creative, original work. Check out this poetry from one of my incoming third graders.

Birds
It sounds like an instermint,
but it is rily a bird.
that is humming.
It is like a song for you.
It is like a wedding day for you,
or a day that they made for you.

Wind
It pics you up like you can fly.
It sings while it rases you.
It dangles the leefs like they
want to rase with you.
It pulls your things away
 like it wants them to rase with you.

Just quit it, you little writing lady. Great things can, and do, happen in imperfect circumstances! Phew.

It must be easy to write brilliantly when you are this stinkin' cute.