National Poetry Day is here and I’m celebrating by sharing two poems with you.
The Reading Mother
by Gillian Strickland
I had a mother who read to me
Sagas of pirates who scoured the sea.
Cutlasses clenched in their yellow teeth;
“Blackbirds” stowed in the hold beneath.
I had a Mother who read me lays
Of ancient and gallant and golden days;
Stories of Marmion and Ivanhoe,
Which every boy has a right to know.
I had a Mother who read me tales
Of Gelert the hound of the hills of Wales,
True to his trust till his tragic death,
Faithfulness lent with his final breath.
I had a Mother who read me the things
That wholesome life to the boy heart brings,
Stories that stir with an upward touch.
Oh, that each mother of boys were such!
You may have tangible wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I you can never be,
I had a Mother who read to me.
Following The Reading Mother it seems entirely appropriate that my second poem today was sent to me by my own Mum just last month.
I Opened a Book
by Julia Donaldson
I opened a book and in I strode.
Now nobody can find me.
I left my chair , my house , my road,
My town and my world behind me.
I’m wearing the cloak, I’ve slipped on the ring,
I’ve swallowed the magic potion.
I’ve fought with the dragon, dined with a king
And dived in a bottomless ocean.
I opened a book and made some friends.
I shared their tears and laughter
And followed their road with its bumps and bends
To the happily ever after.
I finished my book and out I came
The cloak can no longer hide me.
My chair and my house are just the same,
But I have a book inside me.
Thank you Mum!
What poems are you going to read and share today?