Since I'm back in my classroom (today is our fourth day with kids), I decided to get today's poem from a book on my classroom shelf. This is from a dilapidated copy of Eleanor Farjeon's Poetry for Children, originally copyright 1926 (this edition is from 1951). The book has "Discard" written in red marker inside the front cover, but it seems to me that it still has some useful years left.
As gardens grow with flowers
English grows with words,
Words that have secret powers,
Words that give joy like birds.
Some of the words you say,
Both in and out of school,
Are brighter than the day,
And deeper than a pool.
Some words there are that dance,
Some words there are that sigh,
The fool's words come by chance,
The poet's to heaven fly.
When you are grown, your tongue
Should give the joys of birds;
Get while you are young
The gift of English words.
Our school is doing hybrid learning, and I have lost half of my class time. Most years I teach two periods a day to each grade (seventh and eighth). They are called Reading and Writing, but as you can imagine, they intertwine a great deal. This year I have one period with each grade, and I also have sixth grade added. Plus my groups are different on different days, and Wednesday is a cleaning day, so we're all at home. (And I'm managing my online groups each day, too, as well as teaching the kids who are at school in person.)
I had resigned myself to giving up my daily poem habit - for now - but then I decided to compromise with PFAMS - The Poetry Friday Anthology for Middle School. I have to share the poems on Thursday and Friday, not just Friday, since I have different groups those two days, but I will at least have a weekly poem!
I am so glad to be back in my classroom and to have kids here. Long may it last!
Carol Varsalona has today's roundup. She's looking back on the summer, and has a beautiful gallery of poems and images.