By Liberty Hyde Bailey
To the fields to rest.
On the rim of the West.
As it dropped to its nest.
And my soul
The boon of its quest.
Liberty Hyde Bailey was a man of many interests. He wrote this poem in his book of poetry entitled, Wind and Weather in 1923. My students have been writing poetry on and off throughout the year. They celebrated their poetry writing with "Poetry Night." Students chose two of their favorite original poems to share on stage at Foundry Hall. We filled the theater with family and friends. After the readings, the young poets autographed programs. We had a wonderful time! The sample below is just one of the amazing poems written and read at Poetry Night.
I Am Autumn
By Jennifer Guzman
I see frost on blades of grass
I feel cold whirling wind going through my branches
I look at my leaves that already floated to the ground
I smell cold wind
I have a rough tree bark
I see animals getting ready for winter
I stretch my roots into the dirt
I am Autumn
|Celebrating Poetry at Foundry Hall!|