Last Friday night, we had a Homeschool Poetry night with another homeschool family. It was a great night to allow the kids to share what they had been learning the past 2 months in their poetry class. In total 6 kids presented poetry recitations and original works.
Sam participated with his rendition of "Georgy Porgey" which he loves since his middle name is George! Sarah of course was her usual graceful self. But in my opinion, Ben was the star of the night. Ben, who can barely stand to be in front of people, stood up and did a fabulous job with his poem "The Archer". He did a great job with motions and voice inflections. Then, he wowed us with the following poem that he composed. Enjoy the work of this budding poet!
Robin Hood and Little John
Now, I’ll tell you a tale of Robin Hood.
He led some men, true and good.
He fed the poor by stealing from the rich.
He did it all with hardly a glitch.
He lived in
, I’m told. Sherwood Forest
Alike he helped the young and old.
And then one day he got a call
From one of his archers thin and tall.
“Someone will pass the bridge today.
Come, he is south, just this way !”
When Robin got to the bubbling stream,
There was the stranger all dressed in green.
“Let the better man pass,” the stranger said,
“Besides, 13 miles I have had to tread.”
“Get out of my way, you dog,” said Robin,
“I’m not a dog, but you are a goblin.”
“What is thy name? You are like Goliath.”
“My name is John Little, and you’re not going byeth.”
“Come on, little David; let us fight.
The winner we shall dub a sword-bearing knight.”
“I’ve a better idea,” said Robin Hood,
“The winner shall cross, just as he should.”
“I accept! But, what shall it be…
swords, arrows? We can shoot at that tree.”
“Nay,” said the great archer, “it will not be that.
“We could use clubs. We have no time to chat.”
“A duel of staves will do me fine.
Will you wait for me to cut a vine?”
And, then the two began to fight.
And just one blow would sting as a bite.
Then a blow took Robin off balance.
For staying on a bridge, he had no talent.
The water burst out laughing, as did John.
“Would you be my man? Let us move one.”
“I’d be honored,” said John, thinking of the fall.
“Let us go. I can hear my men call.”
And he lived with the men, true and good;
Saving the poor with Robin Hood.
And from that day forward, he was called Little John.
They’ve been friends ever since, with a very strong bond.
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