Friday, October 26, 2007

Fall Poetry

Hazel and I are really trying to get into some poetry. Hazel really loves the sing songiness combined with new words. She's quite dramatic about how beautiful the fall is here. Where in the world does she get that from? She is pretty darn good at noticing things and genuinely delighted by the seasons and the world around her. I'm sure it helps that this month's joy at joy school is the Joy of the Earth.

by elsie brady
How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.

Nothing Gold Can Stay
by Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold,
Her early leaf's a flower;B
ut only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

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