We do poetry regularly for school, which consists of reading poetry. This is one of the kids' favorite things, perhaps because they are not required to do anything but listen, but they do really seem to enjoy poetry itself. This term's poet was Walter de la Mare, who wrote mystical, evocative poems on themes that mostly appeal to children. We read this one today and it seemed the perfect description of their world:
by Walter de la Mare
heard a little child beneath the stars
as he ran along
some sweet riddle in his mind that seemed
dark eyes lay a wild universe,--
forests, peaks, and crests;
and fairies, giants, wolves and he
that world's only guests.
was home and mother, his warm bed:--
only God alone
armed with all His power and wisdom, make
richer than his own.
-- thy dreams, thy passions, hopes, desires!--
his pity keep
homely bed where love may lull a child's