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How to Cultivate a Love of Poetry in Your Child (part 4)
A Guide in helping your young child better understand and develop a true appreciation of poetry
This final section of this series is more appropriate for older children (ages 11-15) as these poems rely on a more advanced reading level, an expanded vocabulary, greater learning acquired from personal experiences, and a maturation of thinking processes enabling them to understand these poems on a deeper level. Many of these poems have a message to say about our present social conditions, the struggles and challenges that we all must face, the cycle of life and death, and our endeavor to find meaning or purpose in our lives.
How Poetry Can Effect Us
POEMS
Identity
The Road Not Taken
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
-Robert Frost
My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began,
So is it now I am a man,
So be it when I shall grow old
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man:
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
-William Wordsworth
Autumn
There is a wind where the rose was;Cold rain where sweet grass was;
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.
Nought gold where your hair was;
Nought warm where your hand was;
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.
Sad winds where your voice was;
Tears, tears where my heart was;
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.
-Walter De La Mare
The House on the Hill
Through broken walls and gray
Nor is there one today
Why is it then we stray
And our poor fancy-play
There is ruin and decay
-Edwin Arlington Robinson
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
-Robert Frost
The Ballad of the Music Student
A Dog's Soul
Miniver Cheevy
He wept that he was ever born,
And he had reasons.
Miniver loved the days of old
When swords were bright and steeds were prancing;
The vision of a warrior bold
Would set him dancing.
Miniver sighed for what was not,
And dreamed, and rested from his labors;
He dreamed of Thebes and Camelot,
And Priam's neighbors.
Miniver mourned the ripe renown
That made so many a name so fragrant;
He mourned Romance, now on the town,
And Art, a vagrant.
Miniver loved the Medici,
Albeit he had never seen one;
He would have sinned incessantly
Could he have been one.
Miniver cursed the commonplace
And eyed a khaki suit with loathing;
He missed the mediaeval grace
Of iron clothing.
Miniver scorned the gold he sought,
But sore annoyed was he without it;
Miniver thought, and thought, and thought,
And thought about it.
Miniver Cheevy, born too late,
Scratched his head and kept on thinking;
Miniver coughed, and called it fate,
And kept on drinking.
- Edward Arlington Robinson
Innocent One
Oh beautiful child,Little lamb of promise
With your sweet, sad eyes -
Reflecting, lush pools
of angel softness,
Your melancholy lights burn deep
Into this soul
And sing silently to me;
As the gentle humming bird,
Undauntedly, unquestioningly
Alights in a barren, withered field-
Yet his innocence unscathed
By all that he touches-
And trustingly sows a tiny seed into the ground
From which new life may spring,
You vindicate all my unworthiness
And still even my skeptic cries.
-Marie Lawrence
A Reflection of You in Me
In a vast landscapeas figures run to escape
weapons of annihilation-
their faces blurred
as they run toward each other
in desperation-
cries become one,
and their destiny becomes linked...
in a prism of sunlight
where a thousand fragmented faces,
and muted cries
become indistinct...
in the eyes of a child
running blindly,
in frantic search
to be united with a loved one-
stumbling through a path of broken bodies
cries out to those who cannot hear...
in a sea of humanity
under the last setting sun
as it cries for a final plea...
in the rippled waters of an ancient
stream where the cries of men are
mixed with the rushing water,
in the silence of a moment-
I see a reflection of you in me.
-Marie Lawrence
Ode For A Dog
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Return to Another Part...Additional Poetry and Inspirational Worksby Marie Lawrence Poems can heighten our awareness, give expression to our feelings, make us laugh, cry, imagine new places, and inspire us with their message. I've created this lens to share my love of poetry with you. It is my sincere wish that you will find these poems fun, magical, and inspirational too! St. Francis of Assisi (1182-1226) was a Roman Catholic friar who founded the Order of the Franciscans. On July 16, 1228 he was canonized by Pope Gregory IX. He is known as the patron saint of animals, birds, the environment, and Italy. Ladybug Poems and Ladybug Poetry Fun, charming, and inspiring poetry about ladybugs. The Magic of Being - Helping Children To Be Happy With Who They Are The Magic of Being hub gives all children the message that life is a precious gift, that they should be happy with who they are, and that their dreams can come true if they believe in themselves. |










