Friday, May 18, 2007

Poetry Friday

My daughter has truly become a poet this year. Her Language Arts teacher told us (at conferences) that at the beginning of the school year when the class was told that they would be writing a lot of poems, Pippi groaned, and announced that she hated writing poems. In fact, I think her first attempt, was something along the lines of "I hate poems". But it didn't take her long to realize that she is in fact quite talented at writing poems. And now she loves it.

So, this week, I share another of Pippi's poems.

When I met Sleep

When I met sleep
It was distinctly female
But she had large hands
Her smile was wide
Her voice was hushed
And her figure looked like a cloud person
Sleep sang lustily
Smoothly, sweetly
We rocked back and forth
Finally, I fell asleep.

Maybe next week I'll share something by Harry.

This week's round-up is at Big A little a.


Alice Gunther said...

Wow, she truly is a talented poet! Beautiful imagery!!! My daughters will love seeing this.

Christine M said...

Thank you - She amazes me all the time.

cloudscome said...

What a lovely poem! I think it's often the ones who groan that have the most poetry in them...