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‘Happy early days’ should be the beginning of
a human life, very much alive to the wonders of the world around. Henry Vaughn
(1622-’95), the Welsh Metaphysical poet considers his childhood as his angel
infancy (The Retreat). Can all children afford to have this rosy view of life?
You
are to craft a poem from a child’s perspective about everything a child comes
across. See life; see this world through the eyes of a child.
Here
are three poems by A. A. Milne, Maya Angelou and Warsan Shire. When Shire
writes she opens her eyes to the harsh reality of living as an undocumented
refugee in Europe.
You
might want to write following one of them or you can have your way to set the
child in a world of its own.
Now We Are Six
By
A. A. Milne
When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
When I was Three
I was hardly me.
When I was Four,
I was not much more.
When I was Five,
I was just alive.
But now I am Six,
I'm as clever as clever,
So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.
Life Doesn’t
Frighten Me
By
Maya Angelou
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all
Bad dogs barking loud
Big ghosts in a cloud
Life doesn't frighten me at all
Mean old Mother Goose
Lions on the loose
They don't frighten me at all
Dragons breathing flame
On my counterpane
That doesn't frighten me at all.
I go boo
Make them shoo
I make fun
Way they run
I won't cry
So they fly
I just smile
They go wild
Life doesn't frighten me at all.
Tough guys fight
All alone at night
Life doesn't frighten me at all.
Panthers in the park
Strangers in the dark
No, they don't frighten me at all.
That new classroom where
Boys all pull my hair
(Kissy little girls
With their hair in curls)
They don't frighten me at all.
Don't show me frogs and snakes
And listen for my scream,
If I'm afraid at all
It's only in my dreams.
I've got a magic charm
That I keep up my sleeve
I can walk the ocean floor
And never have to breathe.
Life doesn't frighten me at all
Not at all
Not at all.
Life doesn't frighten me at all.
Home
By
Warsan Shire
no
one leaves home unless
home
is the mouth of a shark.
you
only run for the border
when
you see the whole city
running
as well.
your
neighbours running faster
than
you, the boy you went to school with
who
kissed you dizzy behind
the
old tin factory is
holding
a gun bigger than his body,
you
only leave home
when
home won't let you stay.
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