Sunday, December 20, 2009
Today Hubby and I were remembering some of the poems we were taught when we were young. My Mom taught me "O Captain, My Captain" and my brother had to learn "Under the spreading Chestnut tree the village smithy stands" From 6th grade I remember, "The sun that brief December day rose cheerless over hills of gray" Of course there were the others that I only remember loving like "Fog" by Carl Sandburg because fog creeps on silent cat paws. I also loved the "Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner" with "water, water, everywhere but n'er a drop to drink. " I wonder do kids learn poems like that anymore?