The haiku poetspeaks sincerely into the mike,
holds heart in clenched fist
The Haiku emcee
invites the poets to bow
from waist in respect
invites the poets to bow
from waist in respect
Each greeting is met
with reverberating gong
as the poets bow.
The audience is
silent as the fallen snow.
Words glisten. Applause!
Gong Girl misses cue,
sneaks in a few extra bongs.
Incurs Emcee wrath. 
We write what we see.
Peaceful poems heal our hearts
when we share the words.
be as quiet as
cloud passing before the moon
do not mis ring gong
this is a good blog
the words go in discrete flow
the soul in the know
wise children are they
to write poems as they do
with words that are true
mom and michael, it was so amazing to see “cool” 12 year old boys competing using their own written words…thanks for the constant stream of fun, energizing ideas for our classrooms.i love you.
You look gorgeous in the photos. Such relaxing posts, this and the last. O, the last days of school.