Well, now we are doing the poetry in PHFHG - and all of the dc and I have begun to love our poetry time. In fact, I had to move it to during lunch because everyone wanted to be a part of it. We're studying Robert Louis Stevenson in PHFHG, learning biographical details about him as well. Just yesterday, my ds said, "Hey, you forgot to tell us something new about RLS today - today's the day we get to find out something more about him!" I had forgotten to read those several facts from the plans out loud - and they really missed it. We're also writing poetry using RLS's poetry as a model to follow. My ds has not ever been into writing creatively. If you can imagine Daniel Boone on the frontier as a 9 yo - that's my ds - very into the outdoors, hunting, etc. And guess what? He LOVES TO WRITE POETRY now!!! And what's more, I think he's pretty good at it (though I'm biased I'm sure).
I am 100% sure that the years of simply enjoying poetry and doing minimal amounts of work with it in Beyond and Bigger gave the foundation for learning to enjoy poetry. If we had jumped in with analyzing it and doing a ton with it (as I had to do in school), I think the results would have been disastrous. It also would not have worked to do nothing with poetry - we needed to start just by reading excellent poems. So, for all of you ladies tempted to skip poetry because it seems unnecessary, please take the 5 minutes a day it takes to do it. I think you will be excited with the results! I have to share a few of his poems - can't resist! I'm a proud mama today - this is written about the bluejays we have outside our window. I only helped him with the adding the word "shoe", with fixing 2 spelling errors, and with moving "faces" up a line. He chose to write four stanzas - I gave him no requirements.
Bluejays
I see the bluejays at noon,
The seasons are winter and fall!
I also see them at teatime,
While they give chase to sparrows!
I see them pecking seeds or
stealing food, while the lookouts
Watch out for our dog!
I sometimes see ten at a time.
They are dressed in blue capes,
Or black headdresses and white bonnet faces
Their white dress cloaks and silver
Shoe buckles gleaming in the sun!
I hear them singing,
Some Chinese others Japanese
New Yorkers singing opera or
Puccini while the lookouts watch the fun!
(By the way, I have got NO idea how he new about Puccini. I had to look that up on the Internet for spelling and to be sure he was an opera singer.

Also, here is one earlier poem he did:
The Sun
The sun has a face like a lightbulb;
He shines on people on the streets,
On the big and small buildings,
And the swingsets on the ground.
The noisy machines, the creaking swings,
The rumbling of the vehicles
The always talking voices
And the sun gets to hear it all
I'd love to hear your thoughts/experiences in your journey with poetry!
In Christ,
Julie
