Afternoon on a Hill by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Afternoon on a Hill

I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.

And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!
~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

From For a Child - Great Poems Old and New edited by Wilma McFarland.





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another birthday hinty

Chickadee needs this for her birthday as dolly will be named Maisie and will take after the lead in this darling story.

For A Child: Great Poems Old and New edited by Wilma McFarland

At the library last night we found a great children's poetry book -- one every family should own, including us: For a Child - Great Poems Old and New. Expect to see a great many Friday Poetry selections from this book.

The selections and illustrations are charming. Lois Lenski, Tom Robinson, Robert Lewis Stevenson, Robert Frost, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Christina Rossetti, William Wordsworth, Algernon Charles Swinburne, William Shakespeare, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Robert Browning, and Carl Sandburg all contribute, along with many others.



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works for me: 8 podcasts to inform & amuse

Oh my word. I may have found the cure for Mommybrain.

I've discovered podcasts, and no, you don't need an iPod to hear a podcast. Simply download iTunes and subscribe to some podcasts. Here are my favs:

All these are links to free iTune podcasts, unless otherwise indicated.

I'll publish full lists of each category some other time, but for now, here are my top choices.

Books & Literature : Classic Poetry Aloud ~ a nice man with a delicious voice reads classic poetry; he even takes requests!

Christianity & Modern Life: The Kindlings Muse - a conversation about American culture from a God-seeking perspective. Often recorded in a coffee house or pub here in Cascadia.

Comedy: CBC Radio Comedy Factory

Educational: Mises Institute ~ lectures from Murray Rothbard and others on economy, Austrian theory, the Federal Reserve Bank and more

Informative: Podictionary ~ a fascinating exploration of the origins and connections of words.

Kid Stuff: StoryNory ~Reader Natasha has a chocolate truffle voice which we just adore.

Sermons (because faith cometh by hearing): CS Lewis - note these are sermons referencing Lewis, not written by Lewis

Story-tellers: Nelson Lauver, The American Storyteller


These won't help with your forgetfulness, but they will give you something worth thinking about for a few minutes.

My other Works for Me posts.

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Friday Poetry: Rain Poem by Elizabeth Coatsworth

Rain Poem

The rain was like a little mouse,
quiet, small and gray.
It pattered all around the house
and then it went away.

It did not come, I understand,
indoors at all, until
it found an open window and
left tracks across the sill

~ Elizabeth Coatsworth

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Mrs. Brownish Beetle

Remember to keep an eye out for the return of Mrs. Brownish Beetle.

Stoplight Poetry

We went to the library booksale today and I picked up a few more old copies of poetry for children, including the amusing Kermit's Garden of Verses। We keep poetry books in the car and I read one poem per stoplight. It's great! We get just a little nibble of poetry and time to chew on it before the next light.



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Friday Poetry: March and Now is the Time by Elizabeth Coatsworth

I couldn't decide, so today is a double-header Poetry Friday.

March

A blue day,
a blue jay,
and a good beginning.

One crow,
melting snow --
spring's winning!

~ Elizabeth Coatsworth

Now is the Time

Now is the time
when robins call,
the fretful horse
stamps in the stall,
the cock claps wings
in orchards bare,
under the hedge
crouches the hare.

Now is the time
spring fires burn,
the air is sweet
with smouldering fern,
and through the quiet
hours of night
the gold-eyed frogs
croak with delight.

~ Elizabeth Coatsworth

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:: this post is part of the Friday Poetry roundup hosted by The Simple and the Ordinary.

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Friday Poetry: Who is Sad? by Elizabeth Coatsworth

Who is Sad?

Who is sad and who is sorry?
Not the seagull flying high,
not the wren, brown as earth is,
not the bumblebee buzzing by,
not the cat upon the doorstep,
not the dog beside the gate --
they are neither sad nor sorry,
proud, ashamed, on time, nor late.
~ Elizabeth Coatsworth

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Bembo's Zoo

Just go. This is a zoo you won't want to miss. After you get back from the zoo, you can curl up with the book: Bembo's Zoo: An Animal ABC Book.

Friday Poetry: January by Elizabeth Coatsworth

And another Elizabeth Coatsworth this week.

January

A snow may come as quietly
as cats can walk across a floor.
It hangs its curtains in the air,
and piles its weight against the door.
It fills old nests with whiter down
than any swan has ever known,
and then, as silent as it came,
you find the pale snow bird has flown.

But snow can come quite otherwise,
with windy uproar and commotion,
with shaken trees and banging blinds,
still salty from the touch of ocean.
Such storms will wrestle with strong boys,
and set the girls' skirts wildly blowing,
until it throws its cap in air,
and shouts, "Well, goodbye now! I'm going!"
~ Elizabeth Coatsworth

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Friday Poetry: The Open Door by Elizabeth Coatsworth

I've been very much enjoying a book of Elizabeth Coatworth's, very simply titled, Poems.

The Open Door
~ Elizabeth Coatsworth

Out of the dark
to the sill of the door
lay the snow in a long
unruffled floor,
and the lamplight fell
narrow and thin
a carpet unrolled
for the cat to walk in.
Slowly, smoothly,
black as the night,
with paws unseen
(white upon white)
like a queen who walks
down a corridor
the black cat paced
that cold smooth floor,
and left behind her,
bead upon bead,
the track of small feet
like dark fern seed.

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