Thursday, April 18, 2013

Poem in Your Pocket Day

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Today is the 11th annual Poem in Your Pocket Day.  I'm a reading teacher at my local elementary school.  Our wonderful school librarian helped each child find a poem they especially loved.  Then either she or the student typed up the poem and placed it in a library card pocket.  The students made sure the clothes they wore today had at least one pocket to keep their poem in.  Each child carried their poem around all day and asked if they could share their poem with you.   
 
A 4th grade girl in my Girls Book Club chose the poem "Trespass" and read it to me with glee.  (Can you tell that she has a big sister?)
 
Trespass
 
Someone
has been "shopping"
in my room.
 
Someone
has been playing
dress-up with my clothes.
 
Someone
left the caps off
all my new markers.
 
Someone
drew a face
on my soccer ball.
 
Someone is hiding
and had better hope
I never find her.
 
Kristine O'Connell George
 

The kindergarten students chose a nursery rhyme.  All the kindies, in turn, stood up and shared their nursery rhyme with the rest of the class.  I heard Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star, Jack Be Nimble, Hickory Dickory Dock, Little Miss Muffet. 
 
Keep a Poem in Your Pocket
Keep a poem in your pocket
and a picture in your head
and you'll never feel lonely
at night when you're in bed.
 
The little poem will sing to you
the little picture bring to you
a dozen dreams to dance to you
at night when you're in bed.
 
So -
Keep a poem in your pocket
and a picture in your head
and you'll never feel lonely
at night when you're in bed.
                  Beatrice Schenk de Regniers
  
Now it's your turn.  What poem would you share with others on Poem in Your Pocket Day?  Inquiring minds want to know!    Write the title of the poem and the poet in the comments section below.
 
By commenting, you are also entering your name in my giveaway for Marie Bostwick's latest book, Between Heaven and Texas.  The winner will be announced May 1. 
 
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6 comments:

  1. THE PURPLE COW

    by: Gelett Burgess (1866-1951)

    NEVER saw a Purple Cow,
    I never hope to see one;
    But I can tell you, anyhow,
    I'd rather see than be one.

    That was my favorite poem when I was in grade school. My father even kept the drawing I made to go with it. It may still be in a box somewhere.

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  2. I love poems! I have so many in my head that I don't need a pocket. I looked on the internet to see if I could find the authors or the original poems but I don't know the titles, only the words and that doesn't seem to be enough.
    I like selections from "The Eternal Goodness" by John Greenleaf Whittier and "Somebody said that it couldn't be done" by Edgar A. Guest. I also tried to find a poem that begins, "I love you, not only for what you are but for what I am when I am with you". I think it is by Roy Croft.
    Also, in these days of conflict, I remember a poem that goes, Hate, my friend, is a stone in the shoe. It triples the task you have to do. It makes you limp on the smoothest road. It adds a ton to the lightest load. So if you would top the hill with ease and cool your brow in the faintest breeze, the very first thing that you must do, is take that pebble out of your shoe.

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    1. I love this poem about hate! I've never heard it before.

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  3. I See The Moon!

    I See the moon, the moon sees me.
    The moon sees the one that I want to see.
    God bless the moon, and God bless me.
    God bless the one, that I want to see.

    Seems to me, that God above
    Created you, for me to love.
    Picked you out from all the rest,
    Because he knew I'd love you best.

    Author unknown.

    I love this. My mom used to sing it to me, and then when I had kids, I sang it to them. Now I sing it to my grandbabies.

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  4. My husband wrote me a poem while we were dating, I think we were about 19-20 yrs old at the time. I keep it in my bedside night stand:-)

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  5. My dad was always reciting Nursery Rhymes, so those are what are in my pocket/head!

    Diddle, diddle dumpling my son John
    Went to bed with his stockings on.
    One shoe off, one shoe on
    Diddle diddle dumpling my son John!

    Blessings

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