On the other side of the door
I can be a different me,
As smart and as brave, as funny or strong
As a person could want to be.
There's nothing too hard for me to do,
There's no place I can't explore
Because everything can happen
On the other side of the door.
On the other side of the door
I don't have to go alone.
If you come, too, we can sail tall ships
And fly where the wind has flown.
And wherever we go, it is almost sure
We'll find what we are looking for
Because everything can happen
On the other side of the door.
-Jeff Moss
This poem hangs on the outside of my classroom door and has for a few years. I chose this poem years ago because I wanted parents and children to read this with hope for what could occur in our classroom while we are together. I have to admit, I had "forgotten" it was there, it just wasn't on my mind currently as I think through each day. When I was listening to Ann Marie Corgill at the Dublin Lit Conference she shared this poem hangs outside her door and I could say me too! I can't do what I do with children if they don't come to the other side of the door. I've always thought about the children sailing and flying. As I reflect now, maybe it's me who can't sail and fly without the children. The students are guiding my own growing and learning. They drive me to read, reflect, and rethink again what we are doing. They are showing me what young learners need and pushing me to start a list, What to do in kindergarten, year two.
Poetry Friday is hosted at Becky's Book Review.
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