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  • Today is unusually bright and sunny for Autumn in Northern Ireland. I bask in the light that touches the clouds above me.

    Tomorrow I will go and give my last Poetry workshop in my most favourite school so far.

    The music session worked very well in the last two schools. I encouraged the children to move like slow large animals and small scurrying animals whilst I danced with them. Many children did not move with the rhythm of the music but those who did seemed to gain an insight into the rhythm of their poems written through the eyes of an animal.
    For some reason five boys decided to write a poem as if they were sloths last week. It interested them how slowly they move as they hang onto trees. Perhaps they preferred a slower moving routine.

    At the end of the session, as each child stood in front of their class to read their poems I crowned them with a hat declaring them poets indeed.

    Not every child will have a poem published in Poets in Motion anthology but I hope they still remember the day they were dubbed poets with their peers.
    What will the children write about tomorrow.
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