Today's poem is special because it's written by me, Grace Sloan! Do you like to write your own poems?

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠⁠

"Listen to the Mustn'ts" by Shel Silverstein

Listen to Mustn'ts, child, listen to the Don'ts.
Listen to the Shouldn'ts, the Impossibles, the Won'ts.
Listen to the Never Haves, then listen close to me.
      Anything can happen, child, Anything can be.

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠⁠

"Pebbles" by Valerie Worth

Pebbles belong to no one
Until you pick them up —
Then they are yours.

But which, of all the world’s
Mountains of little broken stones,
Will you choose to keep?

The smooth black, the white,
The rough gray with sparks
Shining in its cracks?

Somewhere the best pebble must
Lie hidden, meant for you
If you can find it.

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠⁠

"Christmas Bells" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
    And wild and sweet
    The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
    Had rolled along
    The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
    A voice, a chime,
    A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
    And with the sound
    The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
    And made forlorn
    The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;
"There is no peace on earth," I said;
    "For hate is strong,
    And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!"

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
    The Wrong shall fail,
    The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men."

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠⁠

"Some People" by Rachel Field

Isn't it strange some people make
    You feel so tired inside,
Your thoughts begin to shrivel up
    Like leaves all brown and dried!

But when you're with some other ones,
    It's stranger still to find
Your thoughts as thick as fireflies
    All shiny in your mind!

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

Want more podcast fun for kids and families? Let me tell you about The Wonder World Podcast from Pam Barnhill and her daughter Olivia. Each Monday you’ll learn about little known celebrations, this day in history, a weekly vocabulary word, poems, stories, and so much more. Find The Wonder World Podcast in your podcast app, or ⁠⁠⁠⁠click here. Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠⁠

"Hurk" by Shel Silverstein

I'd rather play tennis than go to the dentist.
I'd rather play soccer than go to the doctor.
I'd rather play Hurk than go to work.
Hurk? Hurk? What's Hurk?
I don't know, but it must be better than work. 

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠⁠

"Psalm 100"

Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands.

Serve the Lord with gladness: come before his presence with singing.

Know ye that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.

Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name.

For the Lord is good; his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth to all generations.

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠⁠

"Thanksgiving Day" (Over the river and through the wood) by Lydia Maria Child

Over the river and through the wood,
    To grandfather's house we go;
         The horse knows the way
         To carry the sleigh
    Through the white and drifted snow.

Over the river and through the wood--
    Oh, how the wind does blow!
         It stings the toes
         And bites the nose,
    As over the ground we go.

Over the river and through the wood,
    To have first-rate play.
         Hear the bells ring,
         "Ting-a-ling-ding!"
    Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!

Over the river and through the wood,
    And straight through the barn-yard gate.
         We seem to go
         Extremely slow--
    It is so hard to wait!

Over the river and through the wood--
    Now grandmother's cap I spy!
         Hurrah for the fun!
         Is the pudding done?
    Hurrah for the pumpkin-pie!

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠⁠

"The Mist and All" by Dixie Wilson

I like the fall
The mist and all
I like the night owl’s lonely call
And wailing sound
Of wind around

I like the gray
November day
And bare, dead boughs that coldly sway
Against my pane
I like the rain

I like to sit
And laugh at it
And tend my cozy fire a bit
I like the fall
The mist and all

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠⁠

"Geography" by Eleanor Farjeon

Islands and peninsulas, continents and capes,
Dromedaries, cassowaries, elephants and apes,
Rivers, lakes and waterfalls, whirlpools and the sea,
Valley-beds and mountain-tops — are all Geography!

The capitals of Europe with so many curious names,
The North Pole and the South Pole and Vesuvius in flames,
Rice-fields, ice-fields, cotton-fields, fields of maize and tea,
The Equator and the Hemispheres — are all Geography!

The very streets I live in, and the meadows where I play,
Are just as much Geography as countries far away,
Where yellow girls and coffee boys are learning about me ,
The little white-skinned stranger who is in Geography!

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠⁠

"Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore" by William Brighty Rands  

Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore —
No doubt you have heard the name before —
Was a boy who never would shut a door!

The wind might whistle, the wind might roar,
And teeth be aching and throats be sore,
But still he never would shut the door.

His father would beg, his mother implore,
"Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore,
We really do wish you would shut the door!"

Their hands they wrung, their hair they tore;
But Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore
Was deaf as the buoy out at the Nore.

When he walked forth the folks would roar,
"Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore,
Why don't you think to shut the door?"

They rigged up a Shutter with sail and oar,
And threatened to pack off Gustavus Gore
On a voyage of penance to Singapore.

But he begged for mercy and said, "No more!
Pray do not send me to Singapore
On a Shutter, and then I will shut the door!"

"You will?" said his parents; "then keep on shore!
But mind you do! For the plague is sore
Of a fellow that never will shut the door,
Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore!"

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

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Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

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"Bear in There" by Shel Silverstein

There's a polar bear
In our Frigidaire—
He likes it 'cause it's cold in there.
With his seat in the meat
And his face in the fish
And his big hairy paws
In the buttery dish,
He's nibbling the noodles,
He's munching the rice,
He's slurping the soda,
He's licking the ice.
And he lets out a roar
If you open the door.
And it gives me a scare
To know he's in there—
That polary bear
In our Fridgitydaire.

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠⁠

"Who Has Seen the Wind?" by Christina Rossetti

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠⁠

"Seal" by William Jay Smith

See how he dives
From the rocks with a zoom!
See how he darts
Through his watery room
Past crabs and eels
And green seaweed,
Past fluffs of sandy
Minnow feed!
See how he swims
With a swerve and a twist,
A flip of the flipper,
A flick of the wrist!
Quicksilver-quick,
Softer than spray,
Down he plunges
And sweeps away;
Before you can think,
Before you can utter
Words like "Dill pickle"
Or "Apple butter,"
Back up he swims
Past Sting Ray and Shark,
Out with a zoom,
A whoop, a bark;
Before you can say
Whatever you wish,
He plops at your side
With a mouthful of fish!

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠⁠

"My Father Gave Me Seeds" by John Foster

My father gave me seeds.
I gave the seeds to the earth.
The earth gave me flowers.
I gave the flowers to the bees.
The bees gave me honey.
I gave the honey to a merchant.
The merchant gave me cloth.
I gave the cloth to a tailor.
The tailor gave me a cloak.
I gave the cloak to a farmer.
The farmer gave me seeds.
I gave the seeds to my father.
My father gave thanks for the seeds.

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠⁠

"maggie and milly and molly and may" by e. e. cummings

maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

Want more podcast fun for kids and families? Let me tell you about The Wonder World Podcast from Pam Barnhill and her daughter Olivia. Each Monday you’ll learn about little known celebrations, this day in history, a weekly vocabulary word, poems, stories, and so much more. Find The Wonder World Podcast in your podcast app, or ⁠⁠⁠click here. Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

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"I Sit Beside the Fire and Think" by J. R. R. Tolkien

I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been;
Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair.
I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see.

For still there are so many things that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring there is a different green.
I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago,
and people who will see a world that I shall never know.
But all the while I sit and think of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door.

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠⁠

"Hurt No Living Thing" by Christina Rossetti

Hurt no living thing:
Ladybird, nor butterfly,
Nor moth with dusty wing,
Nor cricket chirping cheerily,
Nor grasshopper so light of leap,
Nor dancing gnat, nor beetle fat,
Nor harmless worms that creep.

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠⁠

"Hurricane" by Dionne Brand

Shut the windows
Bolt the doors
Big rain coming
Climbing up the mountain

Neighbors whisper
Dark clouds gather
Big rain coming
Climbing up the mountain

Gather in the clotheslines
Pull down the blinds
Big wind rising
Coming up the mountain

Branches falling
Raindrops flying
Treetops swaying
People running
Big wind blowing
Hurricane! on the mountain

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

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Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

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"From a Dakota Wheat-Field" by Hamlin Garland

Like liquid gold the wheat-field lies,
A marvel of yellow and green,
That ripples and runs, that floats and flies,
With the subtle shadows, the change, the sheen
That plays in the golden hair of a girl.
A cloud flies there—
A ripple of amber—a flare
Of light follows after. A swirl
In the hollows like the twinkling feet
Of a fairy waltzer; the colors run
To the westward sun,
Through the deeps of the ripening wheat.

I hear the reapers' far-off hum,
So faint and far it seems the drone
Of bee or beetle, seems to come
From far-off, fragrant, fruity zone,
A land of plenty, where
Toward the sun, as hasting there,
The colors run
Before the wind's feet
In the wheat.

The wild hawk swoops
To his prey in the deeps;
The sunflower droops
To the lazy wave; the wind sleeps;
Then, moving in dazzling links and loops,
A marvel of shadow and shine,
A glory of olive and amber and wine,
Runs the color in the wheat.

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"Every Time I Climb a Tree" by David McCord

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 leg
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
Though 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.

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Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

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"Dew on a Spider's Web" by Dorothy Snow

Dew on a spiders web is a wonderful sight,
Early morning finds what has been created at night,
Lovely designs spun so nice,
Without a pattern of device,
Looking at a mat of lace,
Shows how long it takes to place.

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"The Lake Isle of Innisfree" by William Butler Yeats

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

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"My Valentine" (excerpt) by Robert Louis Stevenson

I will make you brooches and toys for your delight
Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.
I will make a palace fit for you and me
Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.

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"A Quiet Life" by Baron Wormser

What a person desires in life
is a properly boiled egg.
This isn’t as easy as it seems.
There must be gas and a stove,
the gas requires pipelines, mastodon drills,
banks that dispense the lozenge of capital.
There must be a pot, the product of mines
and furnaces and factories,
of dim early mornings and night-owl shifts,
of women in kerchiefs and men with
sweat-soaked hair.
Then water, the stuff of clouds and skies
and God knows what causes it to happen.
There seems always too much or too little
of it and more pipelines, meters, pumping
stations, towers, tanks.
And salt — a miracle of the first order,
the ace in any argument for God.
Only God could have imagined from
nothingness the pang of salt.
Political peace too. It should be quiet
when one eats an egg. No political hoodlums
knocking down doors, no lieutenants who are
ticked off at their scheming girlfriends and
take it out on you, no dictators
posing as tribunes.
It should be quiet, so quiet you can hear
the chicken, a creature usually mocked as a type
of fool, a cluck chained to the chore of her body.
Listen, she is there, pecking at a bit of grain
that came from nowhere.

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"Charge of the Light Brigade" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

I
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
   Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!” he said.
Into the valley of Death
   Rode the six hundred.

II
“Forward, the Light Brigade!”
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
   Someone had blundered.
   Theirs not to make reply,
   Theirs not to reason why,
   Theirs but to do and die.
   Into the valley of Death
   Rode the six hundred.

III
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
   Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
   Rode the six hundred.

IV
Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
   All the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre stroke
   Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not
   Not the six hundred.

V
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
   Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell.
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
   Left of six hundred.

VI
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
   All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
   Noble six hundred!

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"Halfway Down" by A. A. Milne

Halfway down the stairs
Is a stair
Where I sit.
There isn't any
Other stair
Quite like
It.
I'm not at the bottom,
I'm not at the top;
So this is the stair
Where
I always
Stop.

Halfway up the stairs
Isn't up
And isn't down.
It isn't in the nursery,
It isn't in the town.
And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head.
It isn't really
Anywhere!
It's somewhere else
Instead!

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"Sea Fever" by John Masefield

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

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"Ozymandias" by Percy Bysshe Shelley 

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

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"The Swing" by Robert Louis Stevenson

How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
River and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside—

Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown—
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!

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"The Rainbow" by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Boats sail on the rivers,
  And ships sail on the seas;
But clouds that sail across the sky
  Are prettier far than these.

There are bridges on the rivers,
  As pretty as you please;
But the bow that bridges heaven,
  And overtops the trees,
And builds a road from earth to sky,
  Is prettier far than these.

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"A Tragic Story" by William Makepeace Thackeray

There lived a sage in days of yore,
And he a handsome pigtail wore;
But wondered much and sorrowed more,
Because it hung behind him.

He mused upon this curious case,
And swore he'd change the pigtail's place,
And have it hanging at his face,
Not dangling there behind him.

Says he, "The mystery I've found -
Says he, "The mystery I've found!
I'll turn me round," - he turned him round;
But still it hung behind him.

Then round and round, and out and in,
All day the puzzled sage did spin;
In vain - it mattered not a pin -
The pigtail hung behind him.

And right and left and round about,
And up and down and in and out
He turned; but still the pigtail stout
Hung steadily behind him.

And though his efforts never slack,
And though he twist and twirl, and tack,
Alas!  Still faithful to his back,
The pigtail hangs behind him.

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"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

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"Blow, Bugle, Blow" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson  

The splendour falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story:
The long light shakes across the lakes,
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

O hark, O hear! how thin and clear,
And thinner, clearer, farther going!
O sweet and far from cliff and scar
The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!
Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying:
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

O love, they die in yon rich sky,
They faint on hill or field or river:
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow for ever and for ever.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.

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"February Twilight" by Sara Teasdale

I stood beside a hill
Smooth with new-laid snow,
A single star looked out
From the cold evening glow.

There was no other creature
That saw what I could see—
I stood and watched the evening star
As long as it watched me.

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"Bed in Summer" by Robert Louis Stevenson

In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠⁠

"The Pancake Poem" by Shel Silverstein

Who wants a pancake,
Sweet and piping hot?
Good little Grace looks up and says,
"I'll take the one on top."
Who else wants a pancake,
Fresh off the griddle?
Terrible Teresa smiles and says,
"I'll take the one in the middle."

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠⁠

"The Caterpillar" by Douglas Florian

The caterpillar's not a cat.
It's very small
And short and fat,
And with those little beady little eyes
Will never win a beauty prize.
The caterpillar's brain is small
It only knows to eat and crawl.
But for this creepy bug
Don't cry,
It soon will be a butterfly!

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

 

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠

The Duke of Plaza-Toro

by W. S. Gilbert

In enterprise of martial kind,
When there was any fighting,
He led his regiment from behind
(He found it less exciting).
But when away his regiment ran,
His place was at the fore, O-
That celebrated,
Cultivated,
Underrated
Nobleman,
The Duke of Plaza-Toro!
In the first and foremost flight, ha, ha!
You always found that knight, ha, ha!
That celebrated,
Cultivated,
Underrated
Nobleman,
The Duke of Plaza-Toro!
When, to evade Destruction's hand,
To hide they all proceeded,
No soldier in that gallant band
Hid half as well as he did.
He lay concealed throughout the war,
And so preserved his gore, O!
That unaffected,
Undetected,
Well connected
Warrior,
The Duke of Plaza-Toro!
In every doughty deed, ha, ha!
He always took the lead, ha, ha!
That unaffected,
Undetected,
Well connected
Warrior,
The Duke of Plaza-Toro!
When told that they would all be shot
Unless they left the service,
That hero hesitated not,
So marvellous his nerve is.
He sent his resignation in,
The first of all his corps, O!
That very knowing,
Overflowing,
Easy-going
Paladin,
The Duke of Plaza-Toro!
To men of grosser clay, ha, ha!
He always showed the way, ha, ha!
That very knowing,
Overflowing,
Easy-going
Paladin,
The Duke of Plaza-Toro! Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

 

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠

Spring Cricket

by Frances Rodman

He put away his tiny pipe

Last autumn, when the gale was chill:

And now in rusty coat and brown

He tries his strength upon the hill

With fiddle tucked beneath a wing

He staggers over a stubbled ground

He climbs upon a sunny stone

Shakes winter off, and looks around

He polishes his dingy coat

And scrapes a valiant tune and high

To tell his tiny universe

That April's due to saunter by.

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

 

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠

Today is Very Boring

by Jack Prelutsky

Today is very boring, It’s a very boring day, There is nothing much to look at, There is nothing much to say, There’s a peacock on my sneakers, There’s a penguin on my head, There’s a dormouse on my doorstep, I am going back to bed.

Today is very boring, It is boring through and through, There is absolutely nothing That I think I want to do, I see giants riding rhinos, And an ogre with a sword, There’s a dragon blowing smoke rings, I am positively bored.

Today is very boring, I can hardly help but yawn, There’s a flying saucer landing In the middle of my lawn, A volcano just erupted Less than half a mile away, And I think I felt an earthquake, It’s a very boring day. Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

 

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠⁠

Want more podcast fun for kids and families? Let me tell you about The Wonder World Podcast from Pam Barnhill and her daughter Olivia. Each Monday you’ll learn about little known celebrations, this day in history, a weekly vocabulary word, poems, stories, and so much more. Find The Wonder World Podcast in your podcast app, or ⁠click here.

Father William

by Lewis Carroll

"You are old, father William," the young man said,
    "And your hair has become very white;
  And yet you incessantly stand on your head —
    Do you think, at your age, it is right?"
  "In my youth," father William replied to his son,
    "I feared it would injure the brain;
  But now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
    Why, I do it again and again."
  "You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before,
    And have grown most uncommonly fat;
  Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door —
    Pray, what is the reason of that?"
  "In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,
    "I kept all my limbs very supple
  By the use of this ointment — one shilling the box —
    Allow me to sell you a couple."
  "You are old," said the youth, "and your jaws are too weak
    For anything tougher than suet;
  Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak —
    Pray, how did you manage to do it?"
  "In my youth," said his father, "I took to the law,
    And argued each case with my wife;
  And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw,
    Has lasted the rest of my life."
  "You are old," said the youth; one would hardly suppose
    That your eye was as steady as ever;
  Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose —
    What made you so awfully clever?"
  "I have answered three questions, and that is enough,"
    Said his father; "don't give yourself airs!
  Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
    Be off, or I'll kick you down stairs!"
"That is not said right," said the Caterpillar. 
"Not quite right, I'm afraid," said Alice timidly;
"some of the words have got altered."
"It is wrong from beginning to end,"
said the Caterpillar decidedly, and
there was silence for some minutes.

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

 

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠

Rain Music

by Joseph Seamon Cotter, Jr

On the dusty earth-drum
   Beats the falling rain; 
Now a whispered murmur, 
   Now a louder strain. 
Slender, silvery drumsticks, 
    On an ancient drum, 
Beat the mellow music
    Bidding life to come. 
Chords of earth awakened, 
    Notes of greening spring, 
Rise and fall triumphant
    Over every thing. 
Slender, silvery drumsticks 
    Beat the long tattoo—
God, the Great Musician, 
    Calling life anew. 

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

 

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠

The Embarrassing Episode of Little Miss Muffet

by Guy Wetmore Carryl

Little Miss Muffet discovered a tuffet,
(Which never occurred to the rest of us)
And, as 'twas a June day, and just about noonday,
She wanted to eat—like the rest of us:
Her diet was whey, and I hasten to say
It is wholesome and people grow fat on it.
The spot being lonely, the lady not only
Discovered the tuffet, but sat on it.
 
A rivulet gabbled beside her and babbled,
As rivulets always are thought to do,
And dragon flies sported around and cavorted,
As poets say dragon flies ought to do;
When, glancing aside for a moment, she spied
A horrible sight that brought fear to her,
A hideous spider was sitting beside her,
And most unavoidably near to her!
 
Albeit unsightly, this creature politely Said:
"Madam, I earnestly vow to you,
I'm penitent that I did not bring my hat.
I Should otherwise certainly bow to you."
Thought anxious to please, he was so ill at ease
That he lost all his sense of propriety,
And grew so inept that he clumsily stept
In her plate—which is barred in Society.
 
This curious error completed her terror;
She shuddered, and growing much paler, not
Only left tuffet, but dealt him a buffet
Which doubled him up in a sailor knot.
It should be explained that at this he was pained:
He cried: "I have vexed you, no doubt of it!
Your fists's like a truncheon." "You're still in my luncheon,"
Was all that she answered. "Get out of it!"
 
And the Moral is this: Be it madam or miss
To whom you have something to say,
You are only absurd when you get in the curd
But you're rude when you get in the whey.

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

 

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠

Today we have TWO pickled poems! Did you know that sometimes poems talk to each other?

 

Our first poem is "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost

 

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

 

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

 

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

 

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

 

 

The second poem is “Two Roads” by Chris Harris

 

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --

I took the one less traveled by...

Since then I've been completely lost.

Thanks for nothing, Robert Frost!

 

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

 

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠

"Velvet Shoes" by Elinor Wylie

Let us walk in the white snow
    In a soundless space;
With footsteps quiet and slow,
    At a tranquil pace,
    Under veils of white lace.

I shall go shod in silk,
    And you in wool,
White as white cow’s milk,
    More beautiful
    Than the breast of a gull.

We shall walk through the still town
    In a windless peace;
We shall step upon white down,
    Upon silver fleece,
    Upon softer than these.

We shall walk in velvet shoes:
    Wherever we go
Silence will fall like dews
    On white silence below.
    We shall walk in the snow.

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠⁠

Eletelephony

by Laura Richards

Once there was an elephant,
Who tried to use the telephant—
No! No! I mean an elephone
Who tried to use the telephone—
(Dear me! I am not certain quite
That even now I’ve got it right.)
Howe’er it was, he got his trunk
Entangled in the telephunk;
The more he tried to get it free,
The louder buzzed the telephee—
(I fear I’d better drop the song
Of elephop and telephong!)

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

 

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠

To the First Robin

by Louisa May Alcott

Welcome, welcome, little stranger,
    Fear no harm, and fear no danger;
We are glad to see you here,
    For you sing, "Sweet Spring is near."
Now the white snow melts away;
    Now the flowers blossom gay:
Come, dear bird, and build your nest,
    For we love our robin best.
Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

 

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠

Have you ever considered learning science through the lens of nature study? You can do just that while listening to the No Sweat Nature Study Podcast! Mrs. Cindy's episodes for kids are full of exciting information about some of the coolest plants, animals, weather phenomena, and other amazing things found in nature. You won't want to miss this twice-monthly podcast!

“The Meehoo with an Exactlywatt” by Shel Silverstein

Knock knock!
Who's there?
Me!
Me who?
That's right!
What's right?
Meehoo!
That's what I want to know!
What's what you want to know?
Me, WHO?
Yes, exactly!
Exactly what?
Yes, I have an Exactlywatt on a chain!
Exactly what on a chain?
Yes!
Yes what?
No, Exactlywatt!
That's what I want to know!
I told you - Exactlywatt!
Exactly WHAT?
Yes!
Yes what?
Yes, it's with me!
What's with you?
Exactlywatt - that's what's with me.
Me who?
Yes!
GO AWAY!
Knock knock...

 

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

 

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠

“The Panther” by Ogden Nash

The panther is like a leopard,
Except it hasn't been peppered.
Should you behold a panther crouch,
Prepare to say Ouch.
Better yet, if called by a panther,
Don't anther.

 

Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

 

Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems. 

 

Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too. 

 

Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!

⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠