I can't write poems to save my life but I do like reading them and I think they are underrated as a form of literature. I have tried to introduce them to the girls and we have several children's poetry books. They do like having them read to them so I hope I am succeeding in passing on my love for poetry. In the light of my inability to write poetry I am sharing a spring poem that I found today that cheered me up. Good on the UN for making 21st March World Poetry Day and I shall be reading some tonight to the girls at bedtime in honour of the day.
by Marjorie Pickthall
See, the grass is full of stars,
Fallen in their brightness;
Hearts they have of shining gold,
Rays of shining whiteness.
Buttercups have honeyed hearts,
Bees they love the clover,
But I love the daisies' dance
All the meadows over.
Blow, O blow, you happy winds,
Singing summer's praises,
Up the field and down the field
A-dancing with the daisies.