We did this poem this week. This explains how difficult poetry is for us. My kids often don't understand poems and sometimes I don't know the answers to the questions. Are we just an extreme left brain family or what?
me: What was the poet probably remembering from his own childhood as he wrote this poem?
son: "How deaf and blind he was in his garden." what????
me: Why won't the child in the poem hear you?
son: "I said he couldn't hear. That must be why."
me: What do the last 2 lines of the poem mean?
son: "There was a creepy ghost in the garden who flew into the air. Maybe he was scared."
me: How will you be like the child in the poem someday?
son: "I hope I never am. I'm not blind or deaf. I don't like ghosts either."
me: I think the poem was about looking into a book.
son: "Ohhhhhhhh. 'chuckle' No wonder he was flat!"
And, that's a typical poetry discussion at our house. Sometimes my kids just look at me blankly when I read them. Very skilled at poetry, aren't we?
Any helps or insights to help us would be wonderful. The logical brain is a little strong around here!