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When a friend of mine asked me what kind of Indonesian poem that kids memorize, I answered that I had never taught them Indonesian poems for honest. When I was in kindergarten, my teacher still taught me some simple Indonesian poem, but when kids went to kindergarten, none of them learnt any Indonesian poem. There are a lot of famous Indonesian poems, but most of them are for adults. In addition, it is a kind of culture maybe, that most of the Indonesian poems are read with sad expression which sound almost crying. On the other hand, I think children should live brightly and lively, instead of sadly. Therefore, I prefer giving English poems to my children rather than the Indonesian ones. English poems are very various and suitable for children and people on their ages.
Jim has different poem than his brother. He likes memorizing the nursery rhymes. He always wants to read poem from The Real Mother Goose. I printed one for him to turn around since he was 3 years old. He always wants to add his memory collection ones he finishes a poem. He is very creative with chanting rhyme melodies. When he recites a poem, he sounds singing it with some movements that he makes.
Here are the poem that Ken and Tom have finished to memorize during last academic year 2012-2013. They write them on a piece of notebooking paper and decorate them. A display of these poem will make them proud of it.
By Robert Louis Stevenson
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.
All by myself I have to go,
With none to tell me what to do—
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain-sides of dreams.
The strangest things are there for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.
Try as I like to find the way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.
By William M. Thackeray
There lived a sage in days of yore,
And he a handsome pigtail wore;
But wondered much and sorrowed more
Because it hung behind him.
He mused upon this curious case,
And swore he’d change the pigtail’s place,
And have it hanging at his face,
Not dangling there behind him.
Said he, “The mystery I’ve found,—
I’ll turn me round.”—
He turned him round;
But still it hung behind him.
Then round and round, and out and in,
All day the puzzled sage did spin;
In vain—it mattered not a pin—
The pigtail hung behind him.
And right, and left, and round about,
And up, and down, and in, and out
He turned; but still the pigtail stout
Hung steadily behind him.
And though his efforts never slack,
And though he twist, and twirl, and tack,
Alas! still faithful to his back
The pigtail hangs behind him.
By Edgar Allan Poe
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells –
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!
By Robert Frost
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
By William Wordsworth
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils:
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay;
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
What are your favourite poems?
Do you know any of those poems?