I love poetry. Writing it, reading it...no matter what, it thrills me. And I always try to lure my siblings into that love of literature too. Sometimes I succeed. Sometimes...well, let's just say I am far less successful.

Today, as I was reading to myself from the book "Anne's Anthology" (a collection of poetry that Anne of Green Gables quoted from in the books), I came to the poem "Curfew Shall Not Ring Tonight", and there was an illustration of the girl swinging from the bell clapper. Gracie, who was sitting beside me, saw the picture and asked me what it was. I tried to explain the story to her, but since I had not read it yet, I really couldn't. So she asked me what the words said. And I, being the poetry lover I am,  read it to her. All, what...two and half pages of it? It was a rather long poem. But I enjoyed it, and it was a good story. However, by the end of the poem, Gracie was talking to herself and and looking at something else. When I ended it, she looked at me and said "So what happened?"  "Well," I said "Her true love was going to be killed when the bell rang, so she stopped it from ringing, and saved his life!" Gracie looked at me blankly. "Oh. That was boring."

Then, after deciding on a piece of poetry for her to memorize (which was a selection from "Peep of Days" by Jane Taylor, from "Anne's Anthology") , Mom wrote out the words on index cards and helped her learn the first line. A few minutes later, when Mom asked her to recite it, she picked up her cards and said "Peep Days, by Randy Travis..."

Whadda ya know...Anne Shirley quoted Randy Travis! ;)

Oy...

So much for a thrilling literary experience.

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Jul. 25, 2008 - Untitled Comment

Posted by Elliot

That's cute. :)

I'm the only one in my family who enjoys poetry. It always takes me longer to read the Lord of the Rings because I read the poems over and over again! My brother got me a book of poems from the Civil War...what more could I ask for? (I LOVE the Civil War, if you can't tell)

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