Poetry as "Wise Pictures"

I’m in Pennsylvania for another week. And I’ve already taken my daughter, Natalie, through her homework that her First Grade teacher sent with her, so we decided to try writing poetry.

She said she wanted to write “wise pictures.” I decided that was the one of the best descriptions I’ve heard of what poetry can do.

Here’s her first try. (She wrote all the words, but I helped a little with the order of the sentences.)


The Snow Falls
by Natalie Gallaher



The cars are talking about snow
in the other room.

We all come down to this moment
with snow.

The snow is talking too.

I wish for snow
inside my head.

The snow looks like shining glazing
of glass.

The trees have no leaves
all afternoon.

I am cold.

The winters are wise
in the future.