The Box of Peace Colours

April 9, 2006 at 10:46 pm 5 comments

One of the things I like in my children’s schools is that they are encouraged to write (creatively) even at a very young age. I’m not sure if this is true for all schools here in Canada. The teachers make the kids keep a school journal where they write at least once a week. They are not strict with spelling when it comes to journal writing, especially to those kids in the lower grades who are just starting to read and write. They are instead instructed to sound out the words. (For those who grew up in the Philippines, remember learning to read with ba-be-bi-bo-bu? None of that here.) Of course, they still have to know the right spelling when they have their spelling tests and when they are in the higher grades. But for creative writing, more focus is given on expressing their ideas.

They also write poems every once in a while. I don’t remember writing poems when I was in elementary school. The only thing I could remember is trying to come up with a haiku in my sophomore year in high school.

At the end of every school year, I gather all my children’s writings and compile them in separate binders. We sometimes look back at them. It’s fun to see how their handwriting and work improve as they grow older.

Ryan’s class studied a poem similar to the one below a while ago. They were asked then to write one of their own. Sometimes, I have no idea how much my kids have learned until I read their work.

Photo Credit: Earth Science Picture of the Day

The Box of Peace Colours ©
by Ryan Carlo, Grade 6, 2006

I had a box of colours.
I tried to open it but it wouldn’t budge.
I tried to open it again and it opened.
In the box it was full of sludge.

I drew a picture.
I had no black for the lost and lonely.
I had no gray for the smoke we’re smelling.
I had no red for the people who sacrificed at war.
I had no green for the army soldiers attacking.

I had yellow for the sun shining bright.
I had orange for the sun setting down.
I had blue for the clear high sky leading us home.
I had white for the light guiding us through the night.

I drew a picture with happiness
and used the colours in my box.

© 2006 Ryan Carlo

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5 Comments Add your own

  • 1. bing  |  April 11, 2006 at 9:27 am

    very nice poem of a grade schooler!

    Reply
  • 2. Ann  |  April 11, 2006 at 10:06 am

    Hello Nice! As far as I know they are not(even in the Phils.)using the traditional “ba be bi bo bu” now. They are now teaching the pre-schoolers using the alphabet sounds then blending the vowel with the consonants.

    Reply
  • 3. e*ember  |  April 11, 2006 at 11:25 am

    That’s a beautiful poem written by Ryan. It’s very vivid that I can almost see the colours.

    Reply
  • 4. niceheart  |  April 11, 2006 at 11:22 pm

    Thanks for the comments, guys. And thank you for that info/update, Ann.

    Reply
  • 5. Joy  |  April 12, 2006 at 12:30 pm

    Oh my! What a wonderful poem! Very well-written.

    Reply

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