When you live on the prairie, wind is constant and inevitable. Some days are windier than others, but it's seldom completely still. And when it is, just like caring for toddlers, you'd better watch out.
In early elementary school, I memorized the poem "Who Has Seen the Wind" by Christina Rossetti, and I have recited it many times since. It's one of those poems that is easy to learn and easy for me to relate to.
Since we have just endured a late blizzard with exceedingly strong winds, and April 1 begins the celebration of National Poetry Month, I thought this poem is fitting for today. Read the text here. And take a moment to enjoy the spring breeze here:
What are your favorite weather poems?
Happy National Poetry Month! Happy Spring!
Here's one my classes and I liked every year:
ReplyDeleteWhether the weather be fine
Whether the weather be fine,
Or whether the weather be not,
Whether the weather be cold,
Or whether the weather be hot,
We'll weather the weather,
Whatever the weather,
Whether we like it or not.
Ha! I love it, Juliana! Fun to say, and it's so true, we can't do much about the weather!
ReplyDeleteHappy Poetry month, Jane! Here is one of my favorites. (Maybe if we all recite it aloud, the cold will blow away and a warm rain will come.)
ReplyDeleteApril Rain Song
by Langston Hughes
Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.
The rain makes running pools in the gutter.
The rain plays a little sleep-song on our roof at night—
And I love the rain.