Jones’ -on the fly- Poetry Slam
Wish the sound were better. I’ve included the transcript below. Enjoy my son’s poetry…
“I knew who a kid who had a rope and he tied it to his bed and he gave that note to his mom and said ‘I’m plummeting to the ground’ and the rope slipped and he plummeted to the ground from the top of the hotel…I mean from a cliff.”
Jones’ Dream
My son Jones had a hard time going to sleep last night. He said that he kept having bad dreams about ghosts. When Jessica suggested that he tried to dream about something funny or fun, here is how he responded:
“My dreams…my brain doesn’t get to choose them, the pictures. (all of a sudden he ‘gets a dream’) Now I’m seeing a table. The table has a tiny door that goes inward. I’m going through the door and it takes me to the ocean…”
Good times
