On Monday, I sent out a request for poetry suggestions. As of now I have 2 journals, 22 poets, and a number of online resources to explore.
You don’t leave a girl hanging, do you? Consider this my personal thank-you, as well as my pledge to do you proud.
Dad had a fondness for silly rhymes too, and he would recite them often.
For one, he had a bit of help from Longfellow:
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth; I knew not where.
A neighbor said it killed his calf,
I had to give him a buck and a half.
Anyway, I got to thinking about an old poetry book we used to have when I was a kid. And guess what? I actually found it! Apparently I DO have poetry on my bookshelf!
More from Dad:
I eat my peas with honey,
I’ve done it all my life.
It makes the peas taste funny,
But it keeps them on my knife.
The Family Book of Best Loved Poems, published in 1952. Tattered and stained, yellowed pages, glorious old book smell. Wow, the memories it contains…
How could I forget this part of my childhood? I was born to love poetry, yes?
Take it away, Dad:
Mary had a little lamb,
Her father shot it dead.
Now she brings the lamb to school,
Between two hunks of bread.
Where my dad found his little ditties, I don’t know. They’re not in this book, but there are loads of others to enjoy. Plenty to keep me occupied while I uncover your treasures.
Meanwhile, here’s my own attempt at a limerick:
Her childhood poems, she did forget,
‘Til she read a lovely comment by Claudette,
If it’s rhymes you have in mind,
Search and you will find.
A soul steeped in verse has no regret.