All the Colours in the Sky

All the Colours in the Sky
Liam, age 5

All the colours in the sky –
Violet, yellow, red and blue.
All the colours in the sky –
Pink and purple too.

All the colours in the sky
Indigo, orange and grey.
All the colours in the sky –
What a spectacular array!

Sky


Note: The poem was inspired by Liam’s inquiry-based learning about the sky. His Kindergarten teacher read the book Sky Color by Peter H. Reynolds and invited students to take pictures of the sky at various times of the day. We captured a shot at sunset and decided to take it a step further. His teacher liked the poem very much and wrote it up on chart paper to share with the class.
(Mommy only helped a little bit J)

 


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All the colours in the sky by Lora Rozler is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

Pall’s Poem

Pall’s Poem
By Stan Morris

I don’t pretend I know a lot,
about the world in which you slide.
It’s hard to speak to people, you know
I’d rather go spacing and hide.

But I see it makes you happy,
to hang out with a group.
And I know you never mind,
when the group becomes a troop.

So I stay by your side and wait to see
if your eyes will turn to me.

Poetry is calling …

“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words”.
Robert Frost

“Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks”.
Plutarch

 “A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language”.
W. H. Auden

“Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it.”
Rumi

“One merit of poetry few persons will deny: it says more and in fewer words than prose”.
Voltaire

Hello everyone.  April is National Poetry month – and it so happens, I LOVE poems!  In recognition, I would like to share a couple of poems by two of my favourite authors.

Messy Room
By Shel Silverstein

Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater’s been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or–
Huh? You say it’s mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!

There is great collection of Shel Silverstein’s work on: http://www.shelsilverstein.com/


My Teacher Calls Me Sweetie Cakes

My teacher calls me sweetie cakes.
My classmates think it’s funny
to hear her call me angel face
or pookie bear or honey.

She calls me precious baby doll.
She calls me pumpkin pie
or doodle bug or honey bunch
or darling butterfly.

My class is so embarrassing
I need to find another;
just any class at all
in which the teacher’s not my mother.

Check out Kenn Nesbitt’s website for other great poems: http://www.poetry4kids.com

Here are some other links to cool poetry pages:

http://www.gigglepoetry.com/poemcategories.aspx

http://www.storyit.com/Classics/JustPoems/classicpoems.htm

http://www.poetryarchive.org/childrensarchive/home.do

http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems/

If you have a favourite poem that you’d like to feature on our blog (perhaps even your own), please submit it to us at wordsonalimb@bell.net.  Remember to include the author’s name.

Please note: Words on a Limb does not claim ownership of any of the poems posted.