When we were wee lasses, we had a collection of poetry and songs for children. I wish I still had that book. I can't even remember what it's called, which thwarts my efforts to find it again. It was a thick volume, though, and in all the nursery rhymes, fairy tales, and songs, there's one poem that stands out in my mind (that might be because Jasie and I read to each other so many times that I still have parts of it memorized): The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes.
Monday, April 4, 2011
National Poetry Month: The Highwayman
It's National Poetry Month and I wanted to do something special to celebrate on the blog. I suggested to Jasie we should each pick a handful of poems that mean something to us, but she seemed less than enthused about the idea. When I questioned her, I learned she didn't have any poems that held special significance to her. I already had a list of a half dozen in my head, I figured everybody would have a similar, if smaller, list. Now I've reevaluated my assumption, I think everybody should have at least one poem that speaks to them, that inspires or challenges them. It doesn't have to be Important Literature. Poetry can be fun, too. The first poem on my list may not have an literary value whatsoever, but it's near and dear to my heart.