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First Poems

Nanna traces finger-rhymes around my hand: tickling poems. Pictures in my sister’s book speak poetry, and I want her book to be mine. Miss Fernside points to words beside her drawings on the easel; I love Miss Fernside. First poems breathe.

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Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 5/9/2024 2:48:00 PM

what a delightful childhood you must've had. Miss Fernside must have been your poetic inspiration. Enjoyed this lovely read; have a pleasant evening, hugs, Sara

Jeanette Swan
Date: 5/14/2024 4:47:00 AM

Yes, she was a memorable Year 2 teacher. On Monday morning she would have drawn a picture on the board, so kids wanted to come to class to see what the picture was. And she had a flip book of poems she had written out with hand drawn pictures. And braces (I thought they were silver of course). J :)