I like words. This should come as no big surprise to anyone who knows me. I have an entire library of books, maybe two or three. I use words to weave my own worlds. I play with words, I change them, I dream them.

One of the last writing projects I gave to my students was to write 5 poems. They each needed to be a different type of poem. We have written poems several times this year, so it should have been a pretty simple assignment. (Oh, and they were excited because I said they could write about anything. Sometimes I give them a topic: write a poem about something we learned about in science.)

As usual, I also did this assignment. I spent the first two class periods going through the thesaurus. I love me a good thesaurus. I filled pages in my notebook of words from that thesaurus. All of these words somehow related to words, writing, and books. I planned on all of my poems to be about this topic.

Once I had all of my words, I started to write. It was rather easy after I had done all of the work with my list of words. Diamonte, Haiku, poem, after poem. Then I laid out how each of the pages would look and thought of the pictures or images I could draw to go along with the poems. In the clearing out of my classroom, I had found a book I had stitched for the summer reading program a couple of years ago. It still had not been written in. I decided that was the perfect place to put my poems.

When I was finished I really liked how my poem book of  'words' turned out. 

Now, I want to think of another word. 

Patience - I wanted the true definition so I looked it up.

The state, quality, or fact of being patient. The will or ability to wait or endure without complaint. Steadiness, endurance, or perseverance in the performance of a task.

This year has been filled with much waiting.