In Writers' WorkshopAuthor(s): Jill A. RoffersSource: The Reading Teacher, Vol. 52, No. 3, Teachers' Choices 1998: Best New Children's Books(Nov., 1998), p. 306Published by: Wiley on behalf of the International Reading AssociationStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20202063 .

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Words

Words?colored pictures Awaken the mind,

Enticing, exciting They quickly combine,

While cupped ears, intent eyes Alert as they move,

Create feelings and concepts Of varying hues,

Where impressions, reflections

And questions abide,

Traveling highways consisting Of alternate sides,

One must choose then

If one is ever to find

Some conclusion, solution

To subdue the cries,

Of the challenging thoughts That are bound to arise,

From the words that awaken

The awaiting mind.

Betty Karagiannes A teacher for 40 years,

Karagiannes currently teaches

the fifth-grade language classes

at Woodland Intermediate

School in Gages Lake, Illinois, USA.

In writers' workshop I'm stuck! I'm stuck! I don't know what to write about today.

My mind is blank.

My ink ran dry. My head is empty,

I don't know why. It happens every day or so,

a new clean page

and no words will flow.

So, this is what I thought I'd do: I wrote this little poem for you, to let you know that it's O.K. if you don't know what to write

today.

Jill A. Roffers

Koffers teaches second grade in the Franklin

Public Schools in Franklin, Wisconsin, USA.

Joy to the start

Surely everyone knows what it's like to

experience joy. It's curling up in a bed with a book. It's swimming in a creek with a friend. It's the b in best. It's "playing" as in "playing a game."

Joy is an autumn leaf dancing in the air. It's the feeling of happiness within your self.

Joy is a book read over again. Joy is music without notes.

It's people in a house.

It's a capital in front of a sentence.

Joy is happiness in every way.

Bret Ward

Ward was a fifth-grade student at Fox Hollow

French School in Eugene, Oregon, USA, when he

composed this poem. Bret likes to play outside with

friends and sit inside with his cats.

306 The Reading Teacher Vol. 52, No. 3 November 1998

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