Do you remember when you started loving poetry? Do you remember when you forgot about that love? The first poem I ever memorize was Fog by Carl Sandburg;
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
I remember learning what siting on your haunches meant and then getting up from our desks and doing it. I think it was second or third grade.
When I was 9 my dad bought me Where The Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein. I loved that book! It still lives on my living room bookshelf. Now my kids love it!
In high school I fell in love with The Bard so my kids are subjected to that too!
Well April is national poetry month and just this week I learned about a totally fun day to go along with it! April 18 is Poem in your Pocket day! So keep a few short ones in your pocket and share them!! Here is a cute printable to write your favorites on to share!!
I love the idea of a Common Place journal, I've kept one on and off for a few years for poems that strike me.
I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks;
And what a wave must be.
I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in Heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given.
~ Emily Dickinson
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