After a while they began to/glimpse the world between the/lines … pointing to things I/would never have/noticed … continued …

images-6 Five blocks from 

school at a 

red and yellow 

blinking light

we 

crossed over the 

road

and

continued walking

two blocks

north

to a 

Dairy Queen

where i bought each of them

chocolate or vanilla 

cone … 

….. 

We ate our cones sitting

under a 

giant 

oak …  

…..

Leaned against the 

tree I marveled at the 

sweet innocence of my 

eight year old 

students … 

…..

At the right moment 

 i 

spoke of the unique

objects

sounds and 

thoughts

i

experienced along our 

seven block 

journey … 

…..

i asked them to 

describe

what they 

saw, felt and 

heard … 

….. 

Once they began sharing

stories

their thoughts

 and  

words

flowed  

as 

bright streams of 

light … 

…..

And so …..

watched and 

listened as a 

sun 

born from winter into spring 

shone

through 

budding leaves

dappling their 

faces 

with ever changing 

patterns of 

light 

while they spoke of  

discoveries 

taken from separate 

worlds … 

and …

their thoughts were 

fluid 

and 

bright …

and …

sunlight streaming through

the leaves  

knitted their words and 

thoughts 

into a

tapestry 

and …

as the 

sun rose

higher

details of their 

remembrances

grew …

and …

the tapestry became  more 

complex and

beautiful

as sun’s light

arched

higher and 

higher …

continued … 

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