Poor Onions

In class on Friday, we read through Namo Shihab Nye's poem called The Traveling Onion. At first, I honestly didn't like it...at all. I didn't really understand it that much.
Great this is just talking about an onion.
That's all I thought.
But our little "experiment" made it SO much easier to follow. Much easier to understand and to break apart and it really made you think more about the poem.
When we first read through it, there was nothing too special that caught my eye. I just read it. I didn't even read the beginning part about how it was worshiped in India! And I also thought that there was some sort of personification with the onion in the beginning.
But through reading it again, and tearing it apart, I found that this really wasn't the case. It was when Professor Corrigan had us try and find things that we didn't understand about the poem that I began to love it. I began to actually feel pity for an onion. Is that lame?
I actually felt bad for it.
Poor Onion. It does so much for the food. Yet, it always gets left out. In one country, it gets loved on and worshiped. But here, it get chopped up.
Forgotten about.
Invisible.
Every line of this poem is great. I really really like it. I'm surprised at how much I do like it, actually. I think this is journal worthy. I shall copy it down at once!

Learning more and more by this class,
Anna Marie

Favorite Quote: "And I would never scold the onion for causing tears. It is right that tears fall for something small and forgotten."