Two-year-old C would be happy to eat nothing but blueberries this time of year, and the rest of us can certainly consume our share as well. So in celebration of all the ripening blueberries…..
Blueberries by Robert Frost
“You ought to have seen what I saw on my way
To the village, through Mortenson’s pasture to-day:
Blueberries as big [...]
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Poetry Friday: Blueberries by Robert Frost
Posted in Poetry Friday on July 10, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Poetry Friday: Ode to the Rain
Posted in Poetry Friday on May 8, 2009 | 5 Comments »
We’ve had rainy day after rainy day. It’s a good thing since we’ve been in a 2 year drought but we are really longing to play outside again. So a poem to make the rain go away was just what we needed today.
An Ode to the Rain by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Composed before daylight, on the [...]
Poetry Friday: Children’s Poetry Collections
Posted in Poetry Friday, picture books on April 17, 2009 | 1 Comment »
I’ve resolved to share more poetry with my girls this month, so we picked up the Random House Book of Poetry for Children at the library last week (I noticed it in the sidebar at Crafty Crow). We’ve been enjoying opening it to a random page and reading a few selections. So far M’s favorite [...]
Poetry Friday: Classic Poems for Children
Posted in Poetry Friday on April 3, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Happy National Poetry Month! I’d like to share a site I discovered recently, Classic Poems for Children. The site has lots of poems I remember memorizing as a child and ones that I love like “At the Seaside” by Robert Louis Stevenson, “All Things Bright and Beautiful” by Cecil Frances Alexander and “Eletelephony” by Laura [...]
Poetry Friday: Sunrise on the Hills
Posted in Poetry Friday on March 6, 2009 | 5 Comments »
I am a member of that much maligned species – morning people. Sunrise is my favorite time of day. My favorite memory from last year is watching the sun rise over the ocean with M. Since I also dwell among hills, I feel so at home as I read this lines by [...]
Poetry Friday: Spring Flowers – Crocus
Posted in Poetry Friday on February 13, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Our yard is awash in crocuses this week. So I went in search of poetry celebrating this delightful sign of spring to come. Here’s my favorite of those I found:
Spring Flowers ~ Crocus
By Mary Havran
Crocus flowers daring tiny warriors
Fighting their way up through
The winter ice
Crocus darling early Spring harbingers
Promising days will soon
Be turning nice
Read the [...]
Poetry Friday: Evening: Zero Weather
Posted in Poetry Friday on February 6, 2009 | 3 Comments »
Evening: Zero Weather by Thomas Merton (written in 1947)
Now the lone world is streaky as a wall of marble
With veins of clear and frozen snow.
There is no bird song there, no hare’s track
No badger working in the russet grass:
All the bare fields are silent as eternity.
And the whole herd is home in the [...]
Poetry Friday: Winter: My Secret
Posted in Poetry Friday, Uncategorized on January 23, 2009 | 2 Comments »
We’re just coming out of an intense cold spell, and we’ve been reading about snow. So I wanted to share something wintry from my favorite poet….
Winter: My Secret by Christina Rossetti
Perhaps some day, who knows?
But not today; it froze, and blows and snows,
And you’re too curious: fie!
You want to hear it? [...]
Poetry Friday: Home by William Alexander Percy
Posted in Poetry Friday, reading on January 16, 2009 | 4 Comments »
I’m currently reading Peaceful Parents, Peaceful Kids (along with about 8 other books. I can’t seem to finish any books lately). The first chapter opens with a quote from “Home” by William Alexander Percy and since I too have a “a need of silence” I went in search of the rest of [...]
Poetry Friday: Puddles by Jonathan London
Posted in Poetry Friday, picture books on September 12, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Puddles by Jonathan London is one of our recent picture books find. I immediately fell in love with the poetic language. Here is a sample from the beginning:
All Night the slash
of rain and the flash
of lightning, and the
Ka-BOOM
of thunder rattling
the house and all
the windows. We cuddle
between fright
and glee and want it
to stop
and never stop.
Puddles [...]

