Monday, April 7, 2008

Kid Lit: Lunch Table Poem, Spring in Texas Poem

An Experiment Degustatory
Ogden Nash

A gourmet challenged me to eat
A tiny bit of rattlesnake meat,
Remarking, "Don't look so horror stricken.
You'll find it tastes a lot like chicken."
It did.
Now chicken I cannot eat,
Because it tastes like rattlesnake meat.


The wind is so strong and relentless in North Texas in the Spring. We shout when we are out on the soccer field even if we are close by one another. We wear sweatshirts with hoods and get sunburn and windburn at baseball practice. Our skirts whoosh up in the parking lot after church. Our patio umbrella gets knocked down and our bird feeder does, too. Our wind is the second stanza kind of wind.

Who Has Seen the Wind?
Christina Rossetti

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
the wind is passing by.

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