Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Poetry

I certainly don't consider myself to be sappy, but I'm also usually up for a good poem. So, when Big Boy #2 came home from school with this:


I thought: "How nice! My little guy is warming to the finer things of life."

Then I read the poems.

There were the food poems; dedicated to apples, cookies, ice-cream, and bubble gum.
There were the action poems; all about swimming, the park and sports.
Then there were some that simply spoke to his heart. Here's one:

Mud
mud, mud, mud
splashing here and splashing there
mud
splashing everywhere

Hmmm, maybe the "finer things of life" will have to wait...

2 comments:

FOX said...

Ya, I am still waiting for the "finer things" from my Big Boy #1, and he is 13 now.

His last poem was about his sisters being poisonous!

I loved the mud poem though!!!! He is just "all boy."

Mom of Three said...

I love that! I was a mud girl myself and now I play with clay. Good job #2!