Pretty post-its and pencils ~ a poem
When my Mum and Dad upcycled my cot,
There was not one tiny detail that they forgot;
More holes were drilled in the legs to ensure
The top could be lifted to last me past four…
There was space for my pen pots, for sellotape, and for glue
And paper a-plenty to make pictures for you.
My imagination station’s a place just for me,
To potter, to write, to develop literacy…
And let’s not forget my maths and my sums,
Times-tables, number bonds ~ numeracy’s such fun!
I’ve made cards for my friends and my family too,
And even pets’ birthdays, they can’t read them, mind you!
With paper, pens, pencils always ready for me,
My Imagination Station’s the place to be!
On an ipad or a tablet you can tap, touch and swipe,
But nothing beats paper, so don’t believe the hype!
Yes technology’s great in this cyber age
But there’s something ’bout writing a story page by page…
We’ve even made paper, I learnt how to at school,
It sits on my desk, next to my very own pink rule…
What I mean to say is that there are no rules,
With pretty post-its and pencils, my imaginative tools…
Creativity has no bounds, it’s true,
With mine, I’m never stuck for something to do…
By Carol Cameleon 2016
The story behind the poem: I happened upon this little arrangement on our little girl’s desk. I thought how pretty the bits and pieces looked randomly among her other creative tools!
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