Today, I shared “On Turning Ten” by Billy Collins with my class. We had a great discussion about what we miss most about childhood. They chose the last stanza of the poem as their lines of the day.
Today’s lines come from a session of Freewriting I did on my lunch. Enjoy.
“Wanting heat, we burned the maps, fanned the flames with our shoes until the plastic coating melted into dreadful, milky curves, silvered throughout with the spiral rings that bound its pages.”