Things have warmed up considerably around these parts. Sometimes spring seems to last only a week or a day before summer bursts on in. Shorts have been donned, hair chopped, and shoes eschewed for barefoot romps in the yard. My kitchen floor is always dirty-a tell tale sign spring has finally arrived.
And so there has been a lot of play, which was supposed to be the final theme to poetry month, ahem. Lets pretend it is still April for a moment and close up the month of Poetry.
In a playful spirit, the poems we read:
I dug this gem up at my parents house, the poems my brothers and I read. The silliness of these poems and the accompanying off-the-wall illustrations are a big hit with my boys. My favourite:
Another pick from my past, my fave when I was wee, and inspired to revisit by rozanne’s fairy house building:
A Fairy Went-A-Marketing. This poem is part of a collection written by Rose Fyleman in 1918 and illustrated by Jamichael Henterly in 1986.
For us, Poetry month was all about exploring and bringing poetry more regularly into our reading mix. Serious and silly, inspiring and reflective, it was all a welcome addition to our days. We usually sprinkle a little here and there, and have used poems for writing practice and memorization in our homeschool, but this month I realized how drawn my littles are to this side of literature. It may be time to refresh our collection (I’ve got my eye on this and this ). While I love reading poetry with my littles, I don’t really read much of it on my own. I have fallen in love with the work of Mary Oliver though, and this past month, have found the practice of reading one of her poems first thing in the morning a welcome, grounding ritual-especially this one:
Why I Wake Early
Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who make the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and the crotchety-
best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light-
good morning, good morning, good morning.
Watch, now, how I start the day
In happiness, in kindness.
Any favourite poets or collections to share?