Poetry, my son, a cow and the moon

I was supposed to teach my son about poetry.  The lesson plan had the poems to use.  I glanced at them and thought they looked boring. If you are new to my blog, you may have missed an earlier blog post of mine. Basically, I don’t like poetry, much. I’m getting better at that though.

Instead of using the “boring” poems from the lesson, I decided to use my real-life friend, Maria’s poems. She has been writing some great ones this past month. I thought if I used poems by someone my son knows, he (and I) might enjoy the poetry even more.

Instead, my son surprised me. I didn’t teach from the poems in the lessons. I didn’t teach from Maria’s poems; although, we will glance at her poems later today.  My son, instead, taught me about poems.

“Mommy, Can you listen to my story?” he asked me as I was cleaning up the kitchen between lessons.

“Sure. Tell me your story,” I said while I wiped down the counter.

And that is when he went off with a poem. Creating one line at a time.  A cow. A moon. He giggled while sharing his words with me.

“Kory,I really like that, but is it a story or a poem?”

“A poem, mommy.”

Here is Kory’s poem – as he told it to me a second time.  It is a bit different from the first original piece that he shared with me, but it is close to the original.  It’s all Kory.

The cow jumped over the moon (that is the title, mommy)

I saw a cow jump over the moon.

I hope it’s not a hound.

I hope I’m not a clown.

I wonder what I would feel like if I was a cow.

I watched the cow jump over the moon.

I bring out my bucket and I go under the moon.

And I think the cow will squirt milk into this bucket.

But instead he put rocks in my bucket.

I looked at the cow and he said moo.

I wonder how he can jump that high.

I always wonder that whenever daddy throws me in the water.

And I wonder what I would be like if I was a cow.

What would you feel like?

Here is Kory’s drawing to go with his poem. I’ll also be sharing your comments with my son.

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6 thoughts on “Poetry, my son, a cow and the moon

  1. elsie says:

    That’s an amazing poem! I like how he repeated words. They are the thread that tie this whole poem together. I will remember this the next time I hear the nursery rhyme. I’d say he’s ahead of the lesson plan.

  2. says:

    Yay! Nice, work Kory! I love how you understand that poems don’t need to make 100% sense! Why would a cow put rocks in your bucket? It doesn’t matter! Poems are for giving you a picture in your mind and a feeling in your heart. This one definitely did that. Keep writing poetry!! 🙂

  3. I love the story and the poem and the drawing.
    If I was a cow, I would feel fat and happy. I could just go potty where ever I wanted to.
    I wouldn’t have to dry the dishes or mow the lawn. I could just eat the grass.

  4. Jill says:

    Wow!!! Great job, Kory!!! Tell Kory he has the writing gene that Granna has, and Uncle Frank, and a lot of his cousins and you and Keith both have! I used to LOVE to listen to Keith’s stories. They were always printed so meticulously in a notebook. And usually involved GIJoe soldiers. (Heehee!!!)

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