The Lone Sock

I’m a sock on the stairs

I’m fuzzy white

Streams of children pass

Some step on

Some step over

I must belong to one of them!

I don’t belong here!

I long for my mate!

For a foot to hold

Someone must miss me

Will I ever get picked up?

This is not my home!

I’m a sock on the stairs

I’m a sock on the stairs

At school

I actually spied this very sock on the stairs at school.  It’s not every day that you see a lone sock on the stairs at school.  I passed by some second graders shortly after the sighting.  I told them about the lone sock on the stairs and my words were met with “OH YEAH! I saw that when we were coming back from Spanish!”  “Aren’t you all in a poetry unit right now?”  I knew the answer but wanted to hear it from them. “YES!”  “Well I think the sock on the stairs could be a great poem.” 

A seed was planted.  

To be continued….

 

5 thoughts on “The Lone Sock”

  1. Your title caught my attention. I spent quite some time trying to match our laundry basket full of lone socks this weekend! This also reminded me of the lone pair of underwear I once found on my classroom floor… the poem possibilities are endless.

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