The wonderful freedom homeschooling affords!  Today Isaac asked if we could go to the woods.  I brought a sketchbook as I was intent on turning our trip into the starting of our own field guide to plants, but before I knew it Isaac was busy at play, and I in the wonderment of watching him.  And so I used the handy dandy sketchbook in my hand to write this poem.

Cool breeze.

Birds chirping.

Sunlight sneaks in among the shadows.

Through a clearing in the trees tiny young corn plants can be seen rising up in tidy rows.

Young man high in a tree above......a lookout?

Imagination soars in this place.

Mower nearby tries to interrupt the peacefulness.

But it isn't even noticed by the creative mind at work (at play).

Constantly in motion, he puts windows in forts, and builds up their walls.

He has work to do.  Schoolwork.  :)