This afternoon I attended the medieval poetry cafe hosted by the 5th graders at Mac's school. It was as riveting as it sounds. Really, I wish you could have all been there to share in this experience with me.
The kids drew positions for their medieval town weeks ago. Mac got to be a poor peasant. Some things never change, even in role play. They've been writing all sorts of different poems - 10 per student - over the last few weeks, and they were to recite some of them at the cafe.
Mac put together his peasant costume for the poetry cafe the night before the event, so obviously a lot of thought went into it. He wore his gray baseball pants and an oversized white tshirt of Jimmy's that was belted with a camping rope quadruple folded to fit around his small waist without dragging the ground. It screamed peasant. Maybe not of the medieval type, but definitely peasant of some sort.
The children read their poems and told jokes and riddles, all the while eating bread, cheese, fruit, chicken and pie with their fingers as they apparently did in medieval times.
A great time was had by all. Really.
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