Imagination is a wonderful thing, a mystery. It can take you anywhere, to any place, at any time. Children know this. Teachers of young children know this. So do moms and grandmas.
One of the things I miss most of all, since my son was grown a long time ago, my grandchildren are long past the age of childish stories and poems, and my kindergarteners now have kindergarteners of their own, is the lovely old children’s literature. Certainly, new and wonderful things are still written; yet, I recall the ones that’ve been around a while–kind of like me.
Children love the changing seasons. So do I. Season changes are exciting and there’s none more appealing than fall. Summer has flown, and, in a way, a new year has started. Each fall, I dig out my old set of Childcraft. I mean, my really old set, and I read the poems. Two poems I love so much that I’ve memorized them, and being inspired, I’ve written a few of my own.
Have you noticed a new energy in the air? An excitement at greeting the season of bright leaves, migrating geese, falling acorns, cooler days and longer nights? Nature is a poet and a writer of mysteries. The changing world is one of her greatest works.
God’s Small World
God made a tiny, shiny world in blades of grass and flowers,
Where crickets creep and spiders spin and dewdrops fall in showers.
And in this small, this crawly world are secrets and surprises.
The caterpillars creeping here wear summertime disguises.
No one but God could think of it; I don’t know how or why
The caterpillar soon becomes a lovely butterfly.
–Blanche Day Manos
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