Poetry
Posted on Monday, December 14th, 2009 at 8:29 amI have to admit, I don’t like poetry. If it doesn’t rhyme, I don’t get it. London asked me to read a book today that I bought from the 10 cent rack at the library and have never read. I thought it would be good to expose her to some poetry and I didn’t think that 10 cents would break the bank. The book is called “Cornflakes” and is a bunch of poems by James Stevenson. Here’s an example from the book. It’s called Junkyard.
When the wind blows
Through the junkyard
You can hear the hubcaps
C l a n g.
Really? I don’t even know what to say. I just don’t get it. What’s so amazing about that writing? I did find one of the poems a bit amusing. This one is called Paint Box.
I’d like to make
One painting
Half as nice
As my paint box
Left alone.
I think that is kind of cute, but I don’t get the lines at all. How in the world did Mr. Stevenson decide where to start a new line? I guess it’s just not my thing.
She actually really likes that book. I read it to her last night. She told me that she thought some of them were “really funny.”
It’s simple. Mr. Stevenson made a little girl smile and the Library made 10 cents. Don’t over think it. It wasn’t for you, it was for others. Like Christmas (and everyday)should be. I hope I can do something to make someone feel good today.
When a child smiles the whole world needs to stop and look. Or am I just to simple minded?