
Grant had a l-o-n-g list of favorites from Preparing already as he was talking to Grandpa on the phone, but he's said that the days he gets to write poems are his favorite so far.



And, I never would have guessed that this is something he would enjoy so much! (I definitely know that he's one who is never at a loss for words, so maybe it shouldn't have surprised me.) I just know that Robert Louis Stevenson is inspiring and Carrie's plans are wonderfully fun to complete and so unintimidating - and they really get the wheels turning!

Here is today's creation: (Grant's part is red.)
Bed in Summer
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The dogs still playing by the tree,
The skid loader drives in the yard
I hear my dad still working hard.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?
Robert Louis Stevenson
With
Grant Michael Fincham
The only thing I helped with was leading him to the word "hard" to rhyme with yard. ("How does Dad work?")
He was having so much fun, he wrote another example, just to be silly.
The cats still fighting by the tree,
I hear my mom washing dishes,
But I don’t hear splashing fishes.
Here is last week's poem, too, while I'm so busy sharing!

The Swing
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Hackberry and sparrows and starlings and all
Over the forest wide –
Till I look down on the garden weeds,
And swallows flying close to the ground –
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
Robert Louis Stevenson
With
Grant Michael Fincham
Thanks for the great plans, Carrie! We're having a blast!
