{"id":1868,"date":"2013-08-18T15:17:07","date_gmt":"2013-08-18T23:17:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=1868"},"modified":"2013-08-18T22:22:40","modified_gmt":"2013-08-19T06:22:40","slug":"student-poem-15","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=1868","title":{"rendered":"Student Poem"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The Windowsill<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\nIn a great blue house there is a woman<br \/>\nlooking at the ocean<br \/>\nlongingly.<br \/>\nAs if strings are holding her back<br \/>\nand the windowsill is as far as she can go.<\/p>\n<p>She wishes she could feel the cold sea,<br \/>\nlet the cold ocean breeze touch her,<br \/>\nwalk over sharp rocks<br \/>\navoiding cuts in her feet.<\/p>\n<p>She wants to feel the grass tickle her,<br \/>\nto see the big evergreen trees,<br \/>\nto smell the ocean,<br \/>\nto be a part of it.<br \/>\nBut the strings are holding her back<br \/>\nand the windowsill is as far as she can go.<\/p>\n<p>She wishes to swim away in her daydream as a fish.<br \/>\nShe wants to cut those strings,<br \/>\nbreak the window,<br \/>\nand fly away free as a bird.<br \/>\nAway to her wishes in the sea.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;The Windowsill&#8221; was written this year by Lucy, a fifth grader at Whittier Elementary in Seattle. Lucy worked with <a href=\"http:\/\/www.lectures.org\/wits\/writers_n_schools.php\">Writers in the Schools<\/a> writer <a href=\"http:\/\/www.erinmalone.net\/\">Erin Malone,<\/a> who visited Lucy&#8217;s classroom many times over the course of several months with challenging and engaging poetry lessons. &#8220;The Windowsill&#8221; is an ekphrastic poem, written in response to \u00a0Edward Hopper&#8217;s painting, &#8220;Cape Cod Morning.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>For examples of WITS poetry lessons and poetry by students, please peruse the <a href=\"http:\/\/salwits.wordpress.com\/\">WITS Blog.<\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Cape-Cod-Morning-Hopper.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1870\" title=\"Cape Cod Morning Hopper\" src=\"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Cape-Cod-Morning-Hopper.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1000\" height=\"857\" srcset=\"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Cape-Cod-Morning-Hopper.jpg 1000w, http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Cape-Cod-Morning-Hopper-300x257.jpg 300w, http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/Cape-Cod-Morning-Hopper-350x300.jpg 350w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 1000px) 100vw, 1000px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Windowsill &nbsp; &nbsp; In a great blue house there is a woman looking at the ocean longingly. As if strings are holding her back and the windowsill is as far as she can go. She wishes she could feel &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=1868\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[12,8,177,1],"tags":[150,64,619,620],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1868"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1868"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1868\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1874,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1868\/revisions\/1874"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1868"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1868"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1868"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}