Learning to Fly #SOL19

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


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?



4 thoughts on “Learning to Fly #SOL19

  1. 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?


  2. 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.


  3. 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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