The book that I referenced for Father’s Day, 2014, included a poem
about an inquisitive boy who became a father. The gist of the poem
was about curiosity and the wonders of the child, who grew up into
his role of Father.
This book that I love to look at, has a deep azure blue cover, with gold
lettering and pictures, engraved on the binding and above the title of
the book. I wrote about these details before. . . so I will introduce once
again, a ‘found’ book from the discarded pile of the library.
The book’s title is, “Fancy’s Hour,” written by Norman C. Schlichter,
published in 1924.
I have never told you about the Dedication Page, which I feel is so
“TO ALL CHILDREN
The Kingdom of Fancy”
Here are two late Summer poems to rejoice and enjoy childhood memories.
The first one is about another name for “Pinwheels.”
Turning in the sun,
Light of foot, happy-eyed
After you, we run.
Laughing in the wind,
Tight we hold the little sticks
Unto which you’re pinned.
We and you are one.
All you have to do is turn,
We need only run.”
This reminded me of how when little toddlers have colorful
pull toys, like that one that ‘popped’ little balls up into a clear
ball, those ducks with rubber feet that flapped, ‘slap, ‘slap’
upon the sidewalk, and the joy of sparklers, too! I think that
as adults we forget how we liked to hear repetitive verses.
That sing song sound of words, makes it wonderful to chant!
“Song for Sleep Ears
Where runs the river,
Where rolls the sea,
There go the lovely boats
In which I’d like to be.
Some with gentle winds are sailing
Some with storms are rocking,
Some in bays are lying still,
Like an idle stocking.
Some with masts, and some with none;
Empty, full they’re going
Where the sea waves roll and toss,
Where are rivers flowing.
Cozy beds in every boat
For little ones like me;
Light I’d sleep upon the river,
Deep upon the sea.”
After a busy day of running around, finally children lie down to hear books,
stories of poems like this one. I used to read, “Wynken, Blynken and Nod”
to my children. I also enjoyed, “The Owl and the Pussycat,” to relax them,
telling them to close their eyes and listen to the rhythm of the words.
I enjoyed, last of all, this reminder of boats. I liked to sing the bedtime
song, “My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean.”
It takes a special kind of author to create and choose to write poetry for
specifically children in mind. It is a challenge and requires a unique ‘ear’
and talent for what would capture their minds with magical words.
Little ones enjoy the words, as they sink into their pillows into dream land.