Hello Poets!
Eve Bunting is an American poet that has written meaningful pieces based on her experiences. She also writes short stories and books. Her words paint very colorful images in our heads. While reading this poem, try to visualize what she is sharing with you!
Read with a purpose... while you're reading think...
Why did Ms. Amanda Drake visit the Third Street School?
Why do the students want to meet her?
Pay attention to the line, "We draw a million drawings." Did they really draw a million?
In this poem, what does appreciation mean?
What is the main idea of this poem?
My Special Day at Third Street School
by Eve Bunting
AN AUTHOR’S COMING TO OUR SCHOOL. Our teacher’s so excited. The author wrote and said that she was glad to be invited.
Her name is Miss Amanda Drake. She’s coming on the bus from over on Biloxi Street just to visit us.
First, of course, we read her books . . . every one we’ve got. Then we borrow fourteen more. She’s written quite a lot.
We make a welcome banner that we hang up in the hall. We draw a million drawings just to decorate the wall.
We fold some origami flowers. They’re very hard to do. We pile them in a basket with a note that says “For You.”
We make a list of questions that we’ll ask Amanda Drake. Our teacher says “Don’t ask her, ‘How much money do you make?’
” We squeeze some ice-cold lemonade. We bake a chocolate cake. Our classroom’s looking beautiful for Miss Amanda Drake.
She’s here! She’s here! We’re in a state of great anticipation! We stamp our feet and clap our hands to show appreciation.
Amanda Drake is tall and thin. Her hair is streaked with pink. It doesn’t sound attractive, but it’s nicer than you think.
She talks to us and reads to us and says she loves to write. “I’m working, working every day and sometimes every night.
“Verbs and nouns and adjectives, words that show and tell. My dictionary’s close at hand for words that I can’t spell.
“There’s something that I’d like to share because it’s truly true. It doesn’t seem like work if you are loving what you do.”
If we could invite a poet or author to Lincoln Center, who would you like to invite? Why?
Be good. Be nice. Behave.
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