This morning I attended a most informative conference on children's play and one of the early speakers shared the following story with us:
A Schools' Inspector carrying out his inspection of a class noticed a piece of paper on which a child had written what appeared to be a poem.
After quickly scanning it he exclaimed, "Why, that's a marvellous piece of poetry! May I read it out to the class?" he asked the teacher.
"Certainly," she replied and sat back to listen.
Yesterday Yesterday Yesterday
Sad Sad Sad
Today Today Today
Happy Happy Happy
Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow
Hope Hope Hope
"Oh, no!" piped up a little boy from the back of the room, "That's not a poem - that's my spelling ...."
A Schools' Inspector carrying out his inspection of a class noticed a piece of paper on which a child had written what appeared to be a poem.
After quickly scanning it he exclaimed, "Why, that's a marvellous piece of poetry! May I read it out to the class?" he asked the teacher.
"Certainly," she replied and sat back to listen.
Yesterday Yesterday Yesterday
Sad Sad Sad
Today Today Today
Happy Happy Happy
Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow
Hope Hope Hope
"Oh, no!" piped up a little boy from the back of the room, "That's not a poem - that's my spelling ...."
