"Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry."
(Reasons for Moving)
Today I would like to recommend two poetry anthologies from Garrison Keillor. In addition to sharing a daily poem and highlights at National Public Radio's The Writer's Almanac, in addition to his radio show Prairie Home Companion, in addition to novels and joke books...these two anthologies are solid, real, human. I have
consulted Good Poems and Good Poems for Hard Times over and over when seeking "just the right poem" for a person, happy occasion or
difficult time. Each time I open these pages to poems such as Mary
Oliver's "When Death Comes", I am reminded that poetry is a
life-teacher.
As Poem #44 of my quest to write and post a new children's poem each day for a year, this one comes from a simple and oh-so-satisfying activity of childhood: building a rock bridge.
Today's Poetry Friday is hosted by Jama at Jama Rattigan's Alphabet Soup.
If you click your heels on over there, you will find many interesting
links to poetry in the kidlitosphere today.
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Happy Poetry Friday!
Amy - this was one of my favorite things to do when I was a kid. My friend and I spent hours at the little creek in our neighborhood. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteHi Amy,
ReplyDeleteAlso, in the sweaty summer time, it was nice to "slip" into the creek for wading . . . with or without sneakers.
Laura Evans
Hi Amy,
ReplyDeleteI did this too! Only our purpose was always to create a dam to make a little shallow swimming hole and feel like we made a difference in the whole path of the creek.
Susan
"We giggle with the water"
ReplyDeleteThat's exactly the sound it makes! A giggle!
Laura, Laura, Susan, & Mary Lee,
ReplyDeleteYour notes made my day - I loved thinking about more creek memories, especially the fort we built out of big rocks along the banks.
A.