Random writings from a southpaw.
April 20th, 2008 at 1:45 pm by Hope (Homeschooling, Poetry)

The Night Is a Big Black Cat
by Clark, G. Orr
The Night is a big black cat,
The Moon is her topaz eye,
The stars are the mice she hunts at night
In the field of the sultry sky.
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We’ve been diligently doing our poetry unit study from Homeschool Share along with tea time. The kids are loving it and I am loving that.
Found this poem in The Random House Book of Poetry for Children
. You can also find it many places online. Like here. Anyway, it reminded me specifically of this picture of Mirage so I thought I’d post it. Enjoy!
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April 1st, 2008 at 2:52 pm by Hope (Homeschooling, Poetry)

Been wanting to do this for a while. Today, since we were going to start our poetry unit for National Poetry month, I made the time.
This idea comes from Bravewriter. The “table cloth” is fleece yardage that was originally meant for a jacket… got pilfered for a blanket and now has been used for a table cloth. The candles were made by the kids at the recent Walk-About Acres tour.
Not a perfect execution by any means but it was a good start to something I hope will be enjoyable for all of us.
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January 30th, 2008 at 6:50 am by Hope (Backyard, Poetry)

Week three of Wildflower Morning’s blog-a-long
Found this at The Baldwin Project:
THE VIOLET
Down in a green and shady bed
A modest violet grew;
Its stalk was bent, it hung its head,
As if to hide from view.
And yet it was a lovely flower,
No colours bright and fair;
It might have graced a rosy bower,
Instead of hiding there.
Yet there it was content to bloom,
In modest tints arrayed;
And there diffused its sweet perfume,
Within the silent shade.
Then let me to the valley go,
This pretty flower to see;
That I may also learn to grow
In sweet humility.
~JANE TAYLOR~
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November 29th, 2007 at 12:04 pm by Sam (Homeschooling, Poetry)

When I waved my wand-
mountains swayed on the spot and clocks’ hands spun too fast
When I waved my wand-
photos and pictures sprang to life within their frames
When I waved my wand-
the sun weeped embers from the sky and the moon shined radiantly
All when I waved my wand….
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Sam wrote this poem and illustrated it all on his own. The basic idea came from Stuff and Nonsense by Pie Corbett. It is a neat book that has a poem on the left side of a spread, and notes to write your own version on the right. There are many different types of poems.
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