Lesson 2:Favourite Poet

I don't really have a favorite poet but after reading ahead to lesson 3, i thought that one of the poems there were pretty interesting. So, I decided to write about the poet, David McCord. He was a famous prolific poet, and he wrote many poems for children. He was also a philanthropist and fundraiser, earning money and donating them to his college. He was noted for his creative, rhythmic, and often whimsical poems. He was also said to write in ways few others do. He even invented his own way of writing, symmetric, to accommodate his way and style of writing. He was born in New York but spent most of his childhood outside portland. It was there that he developed his love for words.He entered Harvard with the intention of becoming a physicist and concentrated in physics. His love of physics and astronomy stayed with him and found its way into many of his poems. As World War I wound down, he served briefly in the military. In 1922, he became associate editor of the Harvard Alumni Bulletin, now the Harvard Magazine. He was editor of that publication from 1940 to 1946. He also taught poetry to many people and lived by a motto of ,"fishing with a barbless hook" to say that his aim in everything he did was to make friends, be it fundraisers or making poems. He died at a ripe age of 99. Even now, Harvard still respects him for being one of their best students ever.

THIS IS MY ROCK

"This is my rock, 
And here I run 
To steal the secret of the sun;

"This is my rock, 
And here come I 
Before the night has swept the sky;

"This is my rock, 
This is the place 
I meet the evening face to face."

EVERY TIME I CLIMB A TREE

"Every time I climb a tree 
Every time I climb a tree 
Every time I climb a tree 
I scrape a leg 
Or skin a knee 
And every time I climb a tree 
I find some ants 
Or dodge a bee 
And get the ants  
All over me

"And every time I climb a tree 
Where have you been? 
They say to me 
But don't they know that I am free 
Every time I climb a tree? 
I like it best 
To spot a nest 
That has an egg 
Or maybe three

"And then I skin 
The other knee 
But every time I climb a tree 
I see a lot of things to see 
Swallows,  rooftops and TV 
And all the fields and farms there be 
Every time I climb a tree 
Thought climbing may be good for ants 
It isn't awfully good for pants 
But still it's pretty good for me 
Every time I climb a tree"

Summer Shower

Window window window pane:
Let it let it let it rain
Drop by drop by drop by drop.

Run your rivers from the top
Zigzaggy down, like slow wet forks
Of lightning, so the slippery corks
Of bubbles float and overtake
Each other till three bubbles make
A kind of boat too fat to fit
The river. That's the end of it.
        Straight 
        down
        it
        slides
        and
        with
        a
        splash
Is lost against the window sash.

Window window window pane:
Let it let it let it rain. 

sources:http://www.embracingthechild.org/bookspecialmccord.html

http://www.news.harvard.edu/gazette/1997/04.17/DavidMcCordFund.html

http://www.k12.hi.us/~shasincl/poems_prop_cycle_weather.html