Poetry for the Lazy Hazy Days of Summer (pt. 2)
Don’t worry about what a poem is about. Allow yourself and others with you to enter into the experience, pressure free.
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Poetry for the Lazy Hazy Days of Summer
With the school year and all that must be accomplished left behind, reading poetry can become source of delightful “that’s me!… and you, too?” moments with loved ones.
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I Was the Snow
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Beauty for All
The entire room made the turn with my reading, from the fanciful to the wonderful, from the truth of wonderland to the true world that God made.
And I knew in that moment that we had something special on our hands.
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Classic Christmas Poetry to Share
The grouping I include here is perfect for sharing, reading, and rereading at meals and devotions.
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A Recipe with Missing Ingredients
I don’t have cream of tartarand I never zest the lemon,crossing my fingers that clovewill stand in for cardamom.Still, I point to the recipeand tell you I made it—though I didn’t havehalf of what it called for.
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Bed in Summer
If you’re looking to start reading poetry regularly in your family, Robert Louis Stevenson’s A Child’s Garden of Verses is an excellent place to begin. You may be surprised at how some of the poems are already familiar to you! The following poem is one of our favorites from the collection, and it comes first…
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Kingdom of Tales
What a gift is yours, my friend, What treasure in your care!Beyond the “Once”, before “the end”,Such Kingdoms vast and fair!The mighty Kingdom of High TaleWhere many swords have shined Will open to you without fail;Its keys are in your mind!The narrow Road, the tower gateOf gold and diamonds wrought Will open wide with winds…
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My Constant Companion
Editor’s note: As you may know, we occasionally like to feature young authors and poets here at Story Warren. Today’s poem is a debut submission from Madison Horn. Enjoy! My Constant Companion By Madison Horn I don’t remember when I met him.Nor the date or the hour.I only know from the stories that I have…
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My Kite
Oh, what a joy to fly my kitebeneath the silver cloak of night!The moon a thousand times shall lightits canvas and its strings.The wind blows it all around—sometimes straight into the ground!My mind wanders both to thoughts profoundand to little, silly things.I pull my kite down on its ropeand peer into my telescope;doing this, I…
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Beads and Buttons: A Poem
Do you want to see all the beads and buttons I’ve found? Yes, I do want to see them.Crystal, glass, pony, seed,fake pearl, plastic gold—maybe they were part of broken bracelets,or a necklace never strung, the threadfallen away like a cut lock of hair.Maybe they were loosely sewnto a lady’s shirt—an old, old lady,as old…
