30 Poems in 30 Days: April 30

Well, we've reached the end of April.  We started this project with a Shel Silverstein poem so it only seems fitting that we end with one.  A big thank-you to everyone who has has read along with us.  And remember, if you enjoy poetry, please come by the library for more recommendations!

Click HERE to watch  pretty awesome animated versions of "The Toy Eater" and other poems by Shel Silverstein.

30 Poems in 30 Days: April 29

Today's poem starts:
A boy told me
if he roller-skated fast enough
his loneliness couldn’t catch up to him,

Follow the link to read all of  "The Rider" by Naomi Shihab Nye.

30 Poems in 30 Days: April 28

Due to technical difficulties April 28th's poem was lated being posted.  So we are going back and inserting it in its rightful place. Today's poem is another book spine poem made by the library staff.

30 Poems in 30 Days: April 27

Today's poem is called "E.T.MAIL" from Frankenstein Takes the Cake by Adam Rex.  Anyone who's ever recieved spam e-mail will get the joke. Follow the link to Adam Rex's blog to read the whole poem and be ready to laugh!

30 Poems in 30 Days: April 26

A new poetry book arrived yesterday that had all the librarians cracking up.  Gail Carson Levine's Forgive Me, I meant to Do It: False Apology Poems is hilarious! The poems are all based on Willaim Carlos William's famous poem "This Is Just To Say." Don't pick it up expecting nice happy poetry! These poems, like the original, are a little bit mean but any kid who's ever been forced to make a false apology will love it.

So of course, today's poem is "This Is Just To Say."  Go here to read the whole poem at poets.org.

30 Poems in 30 Days: April 25

April's flying by! So follow the link to today's poem: Time by Valerie Bloom.

30 Poems in 30 Days: April 24

24 poems in 24 days..We're doing good so far! Today we have a poem from the public domain:

"My Shadow"

Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,

And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.

He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;

And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.

The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow—

Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;

For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,

And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all.

He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,

And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.

He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see;

I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!

One morning, very early, before the sun was up,

I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;

But my lazy little shadow, like an errant sleepy-head,

Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.