Grade 5 was the year our teacher, Mrs. Fraser decided it was high time to be writing haiku’s. Try as I might I just couldn’t get the concept. We had started the year with geography class drawing maps of Japan. That should have been my first clue that something was amuck. I should have known Mrs. Fraser had something up her sleeve. Then we doing more projects for social studies about the culture of Japan. Slowly but surely she was coming to that day when in language arts class she explained the concept of 5 syllables on the first line, 7 syllables in the second and 5 on the third, the haiku. I may have copied something, somewhere and turned that in, to get through it.
And so it was that I actually wrote a haiku after these many, many years and even though it was not about nature I think I did particularly well. It was the morning after a very loud party in the neighborhood involving a crowd of young people, a fire pit and accoutrement’s that go along with this type of bash. There was one girl who was having an exceptionally good time laughing and talking for all to hear throughout the night.
A party next door
Talks loudly with beer in hand
Will be sick for days!
That’s pretty much what I was thinking as I would wake from my slumber every once in a while…poor girl. But she was my muse, my inspiration to finally achieve my haiku the next morning. I wonder what kind of grade Mrs. Fraser would have given me for this one?