A thread neither mad nor sad.

[ShadowHM]

Hi,
And why should it not? :)

We start infants off with such priceless treasures as "One fish, two fish, red, fish, blue fish".  Kids love the rhyme and rhythm, the word play of this poetry which is at a level they can understand.  This love is reinforced in good children's programming (Sesame Street and The Electric Company for example).

And then we send them to school where all interest in the language is killed with "see spot run" and 'stories for children' written by incompetent hacks.  So much so that, as adults, many cannot even think of any poem, much less a favorite poem.

--Pete
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From the first book of poetry I ever received (for my second birthday) and thus a sentimental favourite:

The Island

If I had a ship,
I'd sail my ship,
I'd sail my ship
Through Eastern seas;
Down to a beach where the slow waves thunder-
The green curls over and the white falls under-
Boom! Boom! Boom!
On the sun-bright sand.
Then I'd leave my ship and I'd land,
And climb the steep white sand,

And climb to the trees,
The six dark trees,
The coco-nut trees on the cliff's green crown -
Hands and knees
To the coco-nut trees,
Face to the cliff as the stones patter down,
Up, up, up, staggering, stumbling,
Round the corner where the rock is crumbling,
Round this shoulder,
Over this boulder,
Up to the top where the six trees stand ....

And there I would rest, and lie,
My chin in my hands, and gaze
At the dazzle of sand below,
And the green waves curling slow,
And the grey-blue distant haze
Where the sea goes up to the sky....

And I'd say to myself as I looked so lazily down at the sea:
"There's nobody else in the world, and the world was made for me."

A.A. Milne