Poetry Day

We've taken to writing in our journals again.  Three years ago we started this wonderful practice after dinner almost each night. It was our first year in MX and it captured so many memories, that I wonder why we haven't kept up the practice.  Yesterday the kids and Doug decided their journal entries would be poetry. 

Doug's poem...

Poetry on the Hook

My pillow is a dolphin.
He mounds on my side and rolls over and under in tireless ease.

He presses down submerged in foaming blond curls then rides high on my cheek bone or dips under my chin.
He is light and cool from staying in the shadows of an  underground room, and when my sweaty rose cheeks plunge overboard and sink in it's depths I feel fun run through my back and limbs like it did when I was just outside in the grass and rolling over my playmates with a football before Mom called us up to nap.

Henry's poems

The Sea

I love the sea.
The sea is so pretty.
The sea has my friends
like the dolphins,
like the seagulls,
like the manta rays and the whales.


I Have to Go Back to the Seashore

I have to go back to the seashore
so I can see my friends
the starfish and the dolphin
and all the others
with my friends.

(Idea for poem came from Doug's recitation of Sea Fever by James Masefield)

Chandler's poetry

The Sea
I must go out to the Sea again,
to the wavy blue old sea.
To see the dolphins jump and dance,
and see the whales spray.

(idea for poem came from Doug's recitation of John Masefield's poem, Sea Fever)

The Sand
The ocean's sand is under my feet,
and sloshing through my toes.
The waves and shore are like
some partners dancing to and fro.

Seashell
If I were a seashell,
I'd be like a home,
and all the crabs would come
and use me and tenderly sleep and walk around
and then they would go
and I would be in a different place
and have another guest.