Twelve years ago when I started teaching at the high school, I decided to have my students write a poem a couple times a week. I do it along with them and have filled all these notebooks over the years.
Many of them were sent to me from my friend, Anne, in Florida, and some I bought myself.
A few weeks ago when we started second semester, I didn't have a notebook on the first day of journal writing so went through my file cabinet which contains no files but just a bunch of stuff. I was happy to find this journal:
It was given to me by my sister, Sally, back in 1980. I tried keeping a diary for a few weeks back then but it just didn't take.
What a thrill it was to read what I'd written.
And, now, I'm happy to be able to fill it with poetry.