Preface: As I sit to write this slice, there is quite a commotion coming from the Japanese Maple tree just outside my window. My baby robins are fledging, after having been nurtured by mom and dad for the last two weeks since they hatched. They are beginning a new phase of their life, just as my Kindergarteners are.
Learning to fly
In the tree behind me
Testing their wings
So they can be free
Learning to fly
Now they’re alone
Mom’s left the nest
So there’s nobody home
Learning to fly
Now that summer is here
Just like my students
I’ll miss them, I fear
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Many thanks to the crew at Two Writing Teachers, and the extended SOL community, for giving us the time, space, and encouragement to live the writerly life here each Tuesday and every day in March. Won’t you join us?
Wondering and Wandering 
Christie, how sweet your poem is. Comparing your little birds that you have watched and your little kinders who are going on to 1st grade was a great focus for your poem. How about offering that poem with photos of your kinders and the little birds for #SpringSplendorGallery?
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Wonderful tribute to the new life you’ve nurtured in differing ways.
Yes – pictures would be a wonderful addition!
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I’m not the only one who is sad at the end of the year. I miss my kids already. But I’m happy your little birds are healthy and ready to fly.
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Bittersweet – the stuff of life. Comings and goings. I love birds – have been watching baby swallows nested on the inside tops of columns at church get flying lessons from their parents. It’s all quite disciplined! So we share what we know, and off they go … yes, you’ll miss your little fledglings. All of them. Although new ones are always on the way.
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