Yes and I wouldn't mind Timmy if you enrolled as a substitute for the Poetry class one day.
They will continue in October with Frost and visit his farm when the Da gets his act together. It's about twenty mins from here.
There is so much around here to do at this time of the year the Autumn.
I also introduced them to TS Eliot
They love the cat poems
Eoghan just loves Bustopher Jones
I read "After Apple Picking" at a Memorial Service about 10 years ago in honor one of my dearest theatrical friends. He knew "All Things Apples." 350 people gathered. Sweetest man I have ever known. He could wax on about apples and their intimate intricacies and variabilities, along with many other seemingly trifles in life that were really the essential "stuff" of life.
Not a dry eye in the house.
We bonded/cemented for life when I directed him in "Spoon River Anthology" working on the piece "Conrad Siever."
September is going out and we finished the Poem by Robert Frost. "After Apple Picking"
I took the kids apple picking Thursday. I think they got it.
They read it, they read it out loud, they wrote the words down for spelling test, they wrote the whole poem down, they took it upstairs and read it at bedtime for the Da without prompting, they took it to DC on their field trip without my asking
Given the age of the young Master Murphy, it immediately brought to mind one of my favorite poems of all time - and I would say I would say it compares favorably with - "Dover Beach" by Matthew Arnold.
So today 4th September 2012 Eoghan is being home schooled and we did Robert Frost this morning. I told Eoghan that when he was very young he wrote a poem and I showed him his poem here on Stageplays and himself and his sister are rolling around the floor laughing especially about "And the birds went tweet tweet"