Lauren Elicks
Poem Project
For my special object I chose my blanket that I have had since I was a week old. My grandfather who died when I was four gave the blanket to me. I have slept, played, and made amazing tents with this blanket, and have slept with it many, many nights. When I was very young I used to fall asleep stroking the little satin lamb in the middle and playing with its little flower bow. I have cried on this blanket when I was sad, screamed into it when I was mad and laughed into it when I was so happy I couldn’t contain myself. It has been everywhere that I have visited, and when I was little, to all of my friends’ houses to comfort me from being away from my house. It has become an object that I don not feel comfortable without it somewhere near me at night. I feel as if my past is rolled into this blanket and without it everything would be lost.
I chose the song I Swear because it is an important song to me. My mother and my aunt both have gorgeous voices. I could listen to them sing for hours and never get bored. My mom and aunt were asked to sing at wedding one year when I was about eight years old. My sister and I would go with my mom every weekend to my aunt’s house, and as my sister played with my cousin I would lay down underneath the piano and listen to them practice. The song I Swear was one of the songs that they would sing. One day at a birthday party for my grandmother my mom and aunt were asked to sing that song. As I prepared myself to listen to them someone suggested that I get up and sing with them. It was the first time that I ever sang with my mom and aunt and it made me feel so privileged to be able to sing with the people who’s voices I always adored.
I chose the poem Squirting Rainbows by Shirley Hughes because it was a poem that was special in my childhood. The poem comes from a book called Out and About by Shirley Hughes, and I got it from my aunt for my birthday one year. I especially liked this poem. In the summer I would read this poem before I went out to play in my backyard. It reminded my of how much fun I would be having once I got outside, and would get me excited to go play in the water and in the sun with my sister and cousin.
I chose the poem Sunshine at Bedtime because my mother used to recite it to me when I was little. The poem also came from the book Out and About. In the summer I always wondered why I had to go to bed when there was still light in the sky. When I would ask my mom why I had to go to bed she would always recite this poem to me and then tuck me in to go to sleep. Every night I would ask the same question and every night she would recite the poem as an answer, and soon it became a tradition that every summer of my childhood, my mom would recite the poem to me and then tuck me in.
The song Papa’s Gonna Make It All Right written by Peter Udell, was sung to me when I was little which is why I chose it. When I went to sleep and I was upset or restless about something my mom would sing me this song. It was so melodic and tranquil and the sound of my mom’s voice would calm me down and put me to sleep right away.
The song Over the Hill, which is also written by Peter Udell, was a song that I used to sing when I was little, that’s why it is special. When family parties would be thrown my mom used to sit down at the piano and everyone would gather around and listen to me sing. The song is about a girl who is complaining that by the time her and her boyfriend kiss or hold hands that she will be an old woman. At the time I didn’t understand what was so funny, but as I got older I realized that it must have been funny to see a five-year-old singing about how by the time she kisses a boy she’ll be an old woman.
I chose the poem Wet and Misty both by Shirley Hughes because they were both two of my favorite poems. Whenever it rained or there was a storm I would run up to the loft in our house sit on the desk by the window and look out the window and read these poems to myself and then go play outside in the wind or the rain.
I chose the poem Seaside, also from the Out and About book, because I loved and still do love the beach, and in the summer the beach was one of my favorite places to be. I loved to play in the sand and near the water and the poem always reminded me of my favorite days down at the beach.
I Swear
I see the questions in your eyes,
I know what’s weighing on your mind,
But you can be sure I know my part
I’ll stand beside you through the years
You’ll only cry those happy tears
And though I’ll make mistakes I’ll never break your heart
I swear by the moon and the stars in the sky
I’ll be there
I swear like a shadow that’s by your side
I’ll be there
For better or worse
Till death do us part
I’ll love you with every beat of my heart
I swear, I swear
Over the Hill Don’t you agree it’s a beautiful night. Did you ever see fireflies blinkin’ so bright? The stars are a glitter like diamonds above Don’t it just make you wish you were in love? Over the hill, I’ll be over the hill By the time we embrace I’ll be over the hill No sweet girlish figure No blush on my cheek Too old to go dancing to feeble and weak. Over the hill, I’ll be over the hill By the time that we kiss I’ll be over the hill My lips won’t remind you of raspberry wine For I will be weathered and wrinkled with time. All of my charms foolishly wasted? Nary a mem’ry I’ll have of romance Just an old mare put out to pasture Over the hill and too weary to prance What can I give you when I’m old and gray? That I haven’t got more of to give you today? With bats in the attic and frost on the sill Willin’ or not I’ll be over the hill! Papa’s Gonna Make it Alright Papa’s gonna make it alright babe Papa’s gonna make it alright So hush-a-bye and don’t you cry Papa’s gonna make it all right. You’re gonna flourish and grow babe Life daffodils on rollin’ hills You’re gonna flourish and grow Papa’s gonna scare off the summer storm No rain shall fall on your head Baby’s gonna be all safe and warm Tucked in your own very bed Papa’s gonna make it alright babe Papa’s gonna make it alright So don’t you fret or be upset Papa’s gonna make it alright babe Papa’s gonna make it all right.
Sunshine at Bedtime Streets full of blossom, Like pink and white snow, Beds full of tulips, Tucked up in a row. Trees full of "candles" Alight in the park, Sunshine at bedtime, Why isn’t it dark? Yet high in the sky I saw the moon, Pale as a ghost In the afternoon. Squirting Rainbows Bare legs, Bare toes, Paddling pool, Garden hose. Daisies sprinkled In the grass, Dandelions Bold as brass. Squirting rainbows, Sunbeam flashes Backyards full Of shrieks and splashes! Wet Dark clouds, Rain again, Rivers on the Misted pane. Wet umbrellas In the street, Running noses, Damp feet.
Misty
Mist in the morning,
Raw and nippy,
Leaves on the pavement,
Wet and slippy.
Sun on fire
Behind the trees,
Muddy boots,
Muddy knees.
Shop windows,
Lighted early,
Soaking grass,
Dewy and pearly.
Red, lemon,
Orange and brown,
Silently softly,
The leaves float down.
Seaside
Sand in the sandwiches,
Sand in the tea,
Flat, wet sand running
Down to sea.
Pools full of seaweed,
Shells and stones,
Damp bathing suits
And ice cream cones.
Waves pouring in
To a sandcastle moat.
Mend the defenses!
Now we’re afloat!
Water’s for splashing,
Sand is for play,
A day by the sea
Is the best kind of day.