My apologies for not posting a blog in so long. I guess my new job, family obligations, and not having the energy or muse caused the delay. A few days ago while watching Nick Jr., I heard that April was National Poetry Month. Who knew that television with all its vices could be a muse? So we can thank Nick Jr. for inspiring me to post again, not the expected places like the public library or my children's schools. Why don't they publicise National Poetry Month? You would think they would as they are places where children and adults read and learn. Well perhaps the poem I'm going to share will give you some idea on why that may be the case.
I believe that poems are truly an artform and for gifted children who don't particulary like to write, like my eleven yr. old son, they can be a great creative outlet for their passions, wide vocabulary and thoughts, without the agonizing brain can't keep up with the hand issue that some kids have.
So here is the poem that was written by Jim Bourey, my father, in March 2009. This particular poem really spoke to me as it expressed what my oldest was going through in school, how public education has changed toward standardization, and how education in general can change children. I did provide a link to it in a previous blog post, but I wanted to share it again and with my father's permission, here it is.
WATCHING CHILDREN: A Poem
They grow so fast say the old folks
As they watch the children doing
Things like making their toys talk and imagining
Children going on like it’s a forever
Time until they sit and
But then it’s off to school and crowds of
Boys and girls pushed
into brick and stone
Buildings constructed by big people who
forgotten those unbound worlds who
Want imagination directed into narrow
Square rooms all the same.
It’s a hard job bringing all
Into line and meeting goals set by other
Big people who
have forgotten the ways
Of real learning and imagination and who
Forgotten how to reach and teach and truly
Inspire. But progress is
its own reward they
Say and standards must be standardized
must be filled properly or
You won’t count at all or worse you won’t
Measured ‘til you fill that circle.
But there in your child’s mind
you find new
Things to look at and see in new ways and there
circles to fill or boxes in which to fit. Knowledge
Comes from stars and
atoms and books not on
The list made up by big people who have
Toys teach ways of assembling and
Disassembling worlds and constructs of
Sneak their way into the narrow halls and square rooms.
brothers and sisters teach each other and
If kindness can be shared by
parents and those few
Big people who remember the imagining and who
pushed into narrow halls and square rooms
But live in the world and watch the
Understand the unbound worlds, then some children
slower but wiser with thinking minds and
Real ideas, not repeats of old shows
so wrong and
Often rotten from the start.
So the old folks watch the
children and know
That they grow so fast and wish that it wasn’t so.
My father has written many poems through the years, some of which you can read on one of his blogs (http://jimbsnorthcountrypoems.blogspot.com) and he has recently gotten some published in an anthology of poetry titled Said & Unsaid: A Collection of Poets Volume I which you can check out at the following link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/146750985X/ref=cm_sw_r_fa_dp_QM-Apb0C25PAT.
I'll try and post new poems during the month to celebrate the imagination and creativity of children and adults alike.
Thanks for reading,