Poetry

I try to spend a little time reading with my kids individually each day. For Christmas, Grandma Hancock gave Ryan a Shel Silverstein poem book that had belonged to Nate when he was a kid. So, for the past month, we've been reading poetry for reading time. Today, Ryan finished the book. He was very excited. I told him that I like to write poetry and read him my "Dancing Leaves" poem. He declared that it was time for him to write a poem. I sat him down at the computer and told him to tell me when he was done. This is the end result and, I kid you not, the only thing I helped with was the punctuation. Even the selection of the line breaks was all Ry. He also chose the picture he wanted to go on the page with his work. Not bad for a 6-year-old. What a cute kid. :)

Why ?
By: N. Ryan Hancock

Why can you see and I
can’t? Why can you feel
and I can’t? Why can you
taste and I can’t? Why can
you hear and I can’t. Why
can you smell and I can’t?
What’s that?
Oh! You say that I can
hear and see and feel and
taste and smell.
Silly me.



Pretty good, eh? I wanted to call it "Anthem of a Recovering Liberal," But Ryan entitled it, "Why?"


Post update: When Nate read this article he commented, "That sure is a cute picture of Quentin." HA! I had to tell him that the picture is an old one of Ryan. hehehe.