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    A Poem for the First Day of School

    Back to School
     
    On the first day
    we put on our new school shoes
    travelling back to the future
    knowing our desks soar like jets and
    pencils swim like dolphins.
     
    The first time we hear the bell
    we see our teacher wears a cape,
    super smiles and high fives among
    line-ups and hooks with our names
    beyond this classroom
    on the moon.
     
    We sit quietly not on a carpet or in a chair
    but on a massive drawbridge
    between the forest and the castle
    waiting for a glimpse of a dragon or a knight
    or to be invited to study with a wizard.
     
    At lunch we eat small bites out of boxes
    bouncing to go outside to a jungle
    and run with tigers
    giggle with hyenas and jump with frogs.
     
    We learn to count the days with robots
    (not the boring kind)
    our robots code the world
    and we will use them to change the world
    And: You. Will. Change. The. World.
     
    We ride unicorns in the afternoon
    our thinking and creativity and compassion
    unrestrained and generous.
    We learn outside of walls and boundaries
    guided by curious questions and wonder
    full of possibility.
     
    Tonight when your parents ask
    what did you learn at school today?
    You can say:
    we saved a life
    we created a planet
    we sang and danced beside giants
    we jumped into the centre of the puzzle
    and found algebraic patterns
    in the photosynthesis of numbers
    converting our spunky energy
    into brainy energy that will be released in time
     
    or you will humbly say
    nothing.

    © Jessica Outram

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    Georgian Bay Roots

    Sunrises and Sunsets on Georgian Bay

    I wish I lived with a view of the water. When I am at the cottage I spend each morning and each evening watching the colours change. In the mornings, the stillness spreads across smooth waters, birds break the silence with their songs, and misty fog rises up and then rolls out from the river into the bay. By 9:00 am the bay is alive, trees dance in the sparkling wind, and voices crowd out the birds.

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  • The Writing Spiral

    The Writing Spiral Online Creative Writing Course

    Write who you are. Live your metaphors.

    How does metaphor work in your life?

    What is your relationship with your writing process? How do you develop mastery as a writer? How do you write your truth?

    Actively explore metaphor through writing and reflection to boost your creativity and re-invigorate your writing process.

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  • Community & Connection Spiral

    Creativity in Community

    I feel blessed to live in a creative community that values, generates, and celebrates the arts. Saturday night I attended a fundraising dinner for SONG, a local music program for children. Even the asian fusion dinner carefully prepared by Craft Food House was a work of art! Northern Hearts performed (more local talent). Upstairs in the Loft other arts enthusiasts attended an event inspired by Joni Mitchell.

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  • Poet Laureate of Cobourg

    Poetry Present: A Weekly Email Publication

    Cobourg has a dynamic writing and arts community. Shining a light on the poetry and profiles of local writers is an important part of my mission as Poet Laureate. The goal of Poetry Present is to celebrate the community of poetry writers and readers who share a connection to Cobourg and Northumberland Region.

    There is a vibrant presence of poetry in Cobourg, Ontario.

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