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  • I arrived home exhausted after leading ten and eleven year old dancing to rhythmic music. We imagined we were slow moving animals, giraffes, elephants; then fast moving animals like cheetahs, panthers and horses, and finally small scurrying animals.
    I asked the children to keep the feeling of being an animal in their heads and write a poem as an animal.
    I read a Edward Lear's poem An Animal Alphabet. the class teacher was astonished to hear the children use alliteration in their funny animal poems at the end of the session.
    I always set out expecting the best that each child can achieve, taking into account their individual abilities of course.
    Later that evening, even though I was exhausted, I dragged myself out in the pouring rain to see a poet perform in our local library, for National Poetry Day. I was pleased I made the effort because only six other people attended. I could see Denise Blake felt quite vunerable reading her poems, as she was expressing her feelings about her family history and her mother's death. She told me after the performance that she was glad to see a friendly face in the audience.
    So today is the calm after the storm. Now I can walk along Loch Erne taking photos of the clouds and Autumnal scenery around me.
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