Children's poetry
anataman
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I'm reading children's poetry with my daughter at bed-time at the moment. It has been a revelation to me how some poems can be a source of delight. She has dyslexia like my eldest son and dislikes reading but, with poetry, she becomes quite animated and makes me laugh from the belly. Last night she read this poem to me, and the shared experience as she 'enacted and brought puddamuddle jump in and slide to life' was really quite wonderful to see how this resonated with her experience of rain and playing in puddles...
Weather
Dot a dot dot dot a dot dot
Spotting the windowpane.
Spack a spack speck flick a flack fleck
Freckling the windowpane.
A spatter a scatter a wet cat a clatter
A splatter a rumble outside.
Umbrella umbrella umbrella umbrella
Bumbershoot barrel of rain.
Slosh a galosh slosh a galosh
Slither and slather and glide
A puddle a jump puddle splash
A juddle a pump a luddle a dump a
Puddmuddle jump in and slide!
Eve Merriam
Are there any poems that you hold dear and that I can share with her...
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(How old is she...?)
'I love the Owl and the Pussycat', 'I have a little shadow' , And in my book - which I still have, dated 1959, I have this little classic, which my daughters also loved....
A LITTLE BOY'S POCKET
Do you know what's in my pottet ?
Such a lot of treasures in it!
Listen now while I bedin it:
Such a lot of sings it holds,
And everysin dats in my pottet,
And when, and where, and how I dot it.
First of all, here's in my pottet
A beauty shell, I pit'd it up:
And here's the handle of a tup
That somebody has broked at tea;
The shell's a hole in it, you see:
Nobody knows dat I dot it,
I teep it safe here in my pottet.
And here's my ball too in my pottet,
And here's my pennies, one, two, free,
That Aunty Mary dave to me,
To-morrow day I'll buy a spade,
When I'm out walking with the maid;
I tant put that in here my pottet!
But I can use it when I've dot it....
Here's some more sings in my pottet,
Here's my lead, and here's my string;
And once I had an iron ring,
But through a hole it lost one day,
And this is what I always say-
A hole's the worst sing in a pottet,
Be sure and mend it when you've dot it.
(If you 'quote' the above post, it puts the poem into verses....)
I don't know if this counts, but my son wrote this when he was nine:
THE VERY BIG TREES
The very big trees
Are in my backyard.
I visit them every day
So they won't get lonely.
They give me shade
And keep me dry from rain.
I can climb them
And get delicious fruit --
The most delicious fruit.
-- Ives Fisher, 9
She is 8, and she'll love that one @federica. She enjoys short passages because her working concentration is not great. I think I have a little Shadow is in the poetry compendium she is reading.
Good effort by your son for that age @genkaku; my daughter has started writing snippets at school which she brings home - the content reveals her to be a real loving and caring character - especially for her mum.
I have a pen,
My pen is blue,
I have a friend.
My friend is you!
Hey I like that! I'll see what she thinks tonight.
Many children love that. I don't know who penned it but I remember it being popular with school children a long time ago when they would leave this little note as autograph. I hope your daughter loves it especially that part - My friend is you!
Reminds me of the one that goes :
"I am a little cabbage,
A cabbage cut in two ;
The leaves can go to others
But my heart I give to you! "