Today's common text was Litany by Billy Collins, a hilarious poem that lives up to its name in metaphors. After we read it, I asked the students to choose their favorite to share with the class. Then? They had to fit that particular metaphor into the next draft of one of their own free verse poems.
Sure, some of their attempts were the waft of the bat and the tiny cloud of dust from the catcher's mitt,
(and the rules of the game were that they could cut it from their next draft if it wasn't working for them),
but some were the towering fly that the outfielder lost in the sun,
and others were definitely the cork in the bat.
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