My sister-in-law and her friends are participating in 'Poetry Wednesday' on their blogs, offering up cerebral offerings from e.e. cummings, Walt Whitman and the like.
I have to admit that I have never been a poetry reader. I took a poetry class in college, and spent most of the semester befuddled at what we were discussing - managing to squeak out a 'B' at which I am still confused.
I've not read poetry until I started teaching my children at home. We started with such simple things as Mother Goose, Eric Carle's Animals, Animals and the like.
While I am not the poetry connoisseur that Molly and her friends are, I offer up my simple selection (and yes, I am a day late, but 'better late than never!').
This is from a delightful little poetry book I am reading through with my older two children all the small poems and fourteen more by Valerie Worth. I enjoyed reading this poem out loud and hearing the sounds it made.
Which to prefer?
Hard leather heels,
Their blocks carved
Thick, like rocks,
Waxed wood stairs.
Or the pale soles
Worn smooth, soft
As mushroom caps,
Supple upon warm