In honor of National Poetry Month, I want to share a poem with you by A. A. Milne (1882-1956) from his book, Now We Are Six.






John had

Great Big


Boots on;

John had a

Great Big



John had a

Great Big Waterproof

Mackintosh –

And that

(Said John)




I remember as a child wondering why he was writing about something else besides Winnie-the-Pooh and the other characters from the Hundred Acres Woods.  And what did the title of the poem have to do with a poem about raingear?  But as I got older, I realized that being a kid and wearing boots and a hat and a mackintosh in the rain  – with the implication of splashing about in puddles – was a form of happiness.  And that makes me smile.


What other poems make you smile?

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3 thoughts on “April is National Poetry Month!

  1. I found this poem a long time ago and remembered how much I liked it, so I thought I would share it:

    “If” by e.e. cummings

    If freckles were lovely,
    and day was night,
    And measles were nice
    and a lie warn’t a lie,
    Life would be delight,—
    But things couldn’t go right
    For in such a sad plight
    I wouldn’t be I.

    If earth was heaven
    and now was hence,
    And past was present,
    and false was true,
    There might be some sense
    But I’d be in suspense
    For on such a pretense
    You wouldn’t be you.

    If fear was plucky,
    and globes were square,
    And dirt was cleanly
    and tears were glee
    Things would seem fair,—
    Yet they’d all despair,
    For if here was there
    We wouldn’t be we.

  2. My favorite “children’s poem” is by Robert Graves

    I’d Love To Be A Fairy’s Child

    Children born of fairy stock
    Never need for shirt or frock,
    Never want for food or fire,
    Always get their heart’s desire:
    Jingle pockets full of gold,
    Marry when they’re seven years old.
    Every fairy child may keep
    Two strong ponies and ten sheep;
    All have houses, each his own,
    Built of brick or granite stone;
    They live on cherries, they run wild—
    I’d love to be a fairy’s child.

  3. One of my all time favorite poems is Ozymandias by Percy Shelley.

    I met a traveller from an antique land
    Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
    Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
    Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
    And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
    Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
    Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
    The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
    And on the pedestal these words appear:
    ‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
    Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
    Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
    Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
    The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

    Not only is the visual striking, but the theme that everything has an end is haunting and timely.

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