Showing posts with label learning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label learning. Show all posts

Friday, January 28, 2011

12 Write About a Memory about a Stranger You Met on a Trip

Shoes

You left the Ukraine in 1980
with nothing but the shoes
on your feet and a few rubles
and now you are
a millionaire again.

And when you returned
to see your family you found
they had named streets
after murderers and turned
the electricity on once a day
for 3 hours.

You live on a wealthy island now
but once you made 1000
pairs of shoes for the Soviet Economy
and 99,000 pair for your customers.
The lines stretched around the block
of your Kiev shop and when the last shoe
was sold your family had a pile of illegal cash,
So the party began.

And when I asked you
if today you invested
in the stock market
you looked at me quizzically
and said,
"What is stock market?
Stock is the shoes in my warehouse.'

And when you said that,
I thought about
how a happy life is
an investment of sorts,
and self knowledge
the main asset.



Thursday, January 27, 2011

11 Write About a Time You Could Not Stop Laughing



7th Grade Truth


I never laughed harder

than I did in seventh grade

that time my best friend

Stuart Dunn and I

made fun of

our reading teacher

Mrs Dolson.


To this day,

I don't remember the joke

or why we laughed,

though it could have had

something to do with the corny stories

we read out of boring thick books,

or the reading machine

that made us track

sentences across the wall

without moving our lips

or turning our heads.


Laughter was release

from our 7th grade reading hell,

and our wild ,heaving, sobs

were the legs which fled

the dead questions

at the end of the chapter.


And decades later,

when I met Miss Dolson,

now a sweet old lady,

in the bank,

and told her I now was an English teacher,

she smiled blankly

and I felt a surprising shame creep

up my spine.


My life was a lie.

I should have been a comedian.




Monday, January 24, 2011

Write a Letter to a Family Cat

Bill Bob

It has come to our attention
you are a cat
who things he is a dog,

We know this
by the way you follow us
around,
butt us
with your big gray head,
paw at us
and beg
to sit in our lap,
even when we
are sitting on the toilet.

We love you very
much but are concerned
this behavior will
alienate you from
your cat friends.

Also please also note
you have grown 3 sizes
since the winter day
we found you starving
under the barn.Your
appetite is even larger
than your big round
20 pound belly.

With warm affection,

The Lap Folk



Barry Lane