Wanna help me put something together?
How would you use it in the ELT classroom - with business/general adults, teens or kids? How would you construct the different parts of the lesson, would you use it as an ice-breaker, a supplementary material or the main text?
What would you do to encourage your students to think critically?
Would you have them research aspects of the poem, get them conversing, what would you suggest to them that they could create as a final step in the process?
Get your thinking caps on, jot down what you think could be done or test out your ideas and then tell us what happened in the classroom - in about a month, I'll collate your ideas and type these up into a downloadable lesson plan to share:
by Ken Dimmick
I'm wearing rubber and leather sandals from China:
rubber from Malaysia
leather from god knows where
(a cow of unknown nationality.)
My socks are from Bolivia
woven from Egyptian cotton
by a Brazilian factory
hiring out-of-work Argentineans;
My trousers are denim, no longer "de Nimes," but
constructed in the Phillipines
of material woven in Mexico
designed in Paris
by a gay Italian, who like Madonna
- the singer, not the saint
has adopted a child from Malawi but that's another story altogether.
My shirt is from
The Dominican Republic;
of traditional Cuban design
marketed by the Swedish firm: H&M
yet purchased here in Stuttgart, Germany
with my Mastercard from Texas.
And I have reason to believe
that my pants, my briefs, my slip, my "Fruit of the Looms"
began in a Guatamalan sweat-shop
although the tag says Malaysia.
My Swiss watch
fabricated in China
is attached to my wrist
by a leather band
when still alive
once swam free
in Kenya's Lake Victoria.
But underneath it all
I am 100% pure American;
in my particular case: mostly English genes
(Celtic, Dane, Anglo-Saxon, Norman-French)
with Irish and Scottish overtones.
I am the uncle of Africans
my sister's sons, my nephews
And brother-in-law of an adventurous alliance
between Mexico and Quebec.
Yes, I am
as American as Apple Pie:
made from the juiciest Japanese apples
cooked in a crispy crust of Canadian wheat
Irish butter and
Cinnamon from the islands just west of Sumatra
Download the poem here.
image credit: atlas, it's time for your bath by woodleywonderworks