Have you ever had a poetry picnic or a poetry tea party? We love to do both around here. Poetry can be fun and whimsical, silly, sand and serious, thought provoking, and magical. I once had a group of boys who were convinced they hated poetry and it was stupid. After reading them a few of my favorites, poems about battles, and heroes, and wild children running barefoot, they though maybe, just maybe, poetry wasn't so bad. They might even like it.
Here are a couple of my favorites.
“Give me the wild children with their bare feet and sparkling eyes. The restless, churning climbers. The wild ones using their outside voices, singing all the way home. Give me the wonder-filled, glorious mess-makers, dreaming of mountains and mud, aching to run through a field of stars”
By Nicolette Sowder
Your task: to build a better world,” God said.
I answered, “How? The world is such a large, vast place, so complicated now.
And I so small and useless am. There’s nothing I can do.”
But God in all His wisdom said, "Just build a better you.”
By Anonymous
“They caught the wild children and put them in zoos,
They made them do sums and wear sensible shoes.
They put them to bed at the wrong time of day, And made them sit still when they wanted to play.
They scrubbed them with soap and they made them eat peas. They made them behave and say pardon and please.
They took all their wisdom and wildness away.
That’s why there are none in the forests today.”
By Van Jeanne Willis
These ones are a little too long to include, but they are worth looking up.
The Village Blacksmith, A Skeleton in Armor, and Paul Revere's Ride all By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Charge of the light Brigade by Lord Alfred Tenyson
To fight aloud is very brave By Emily Dickinson
Invictus by William Ernest Henley
Soul’s Captain by Orson F. Whitney ( A response to Invictus.)
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