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Everyone, whether they are engaged and aware of it [or not], is interested in poetry, she says. Poetry is everywhere and even narrative writing is poetic.”
Americans have always turned to poetry for a variety of reasons: inspiration, solace, self-expression, among others. Colorado youth in the Poetry Out Loud program are often drawn to poetry that opens them to a world of unfamiliar experiences, whether it’s that of someone who lived two hundred years ago, or others living today who’ve had very different lives from the poets own, perhaps because of their age, or race, or gender, or sexual orientation, or class, or region.
/PRNewswire/ The Little Free Library® (LFL) nonprofit organization launched Read in Color™ today in Tulsa, Okla. This marks the national rollout of the.
But What For? By myself? A missing piece cannot roll by itself. Have you ever tried? asked the Big O
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Shel Silverstein was an American writer, poet, cartoonist, songwriter, and playwright. He is known for his cartoons, songs, and children s books. His books have been translated into more than 30 languages and have sold more than 20 million copies, and he was the recipient of two Grammy Awards (“A Boy Named Sue” as popularized by Johnny Cash, and a recording of his famous “Where the Sidewalk Ends”)
If you were lucky, you grew up with books.
If you were really lucky, you grew up with a mom who read to you.
Listen. Hear her voice now.
The soothing voice while you were home sick, or scared of monsters under your bed at night, or worried about school the next day, or thunder that boomed outside, when you were crying over a scraped knee, dropped ice cream, broken toys, goldfish belly-up.
If you were lucky, your mom was there with a kiss on the band-aid, a calming distraction, a soothing story that swept away the tears and fears of tomorrow.