Christopher Robin was sitting outside his door, putting on his Big Boots. As soon as he saw the Big Boots, Pooh knew that an Adventure was going to happen, and he brushed the honey off his nose with the back of his paw, and spruced himself up as well as he could, so as to look Ready for Anything.–Winnie-the-Pooh by A. A. Milne
Question of the Day: which classic book have you recently revisited?
Although I grew up copying out Emily Dickinson poems for penmanship practice and giggling over Shel Silverstein’s Where the Sidewalk Ends, I’ve always been intimidated by this particular form of literature. It wasn’t until I began reading Novels in Verse last year that I felt poetry might be worth approaching.
I’ll admit, it’s still confusing and new, but I’m paying more attention now. Poetry isn’t just a sentence with a lot of negative space anymore. I’m even trying my hand at writing a few. So, in honor of National Poetry Month, here are a few short poems that I thought would appeal to fellow newbies.