Poetry&Stories

= Poems & Stories ... about learning = This page is for sharing poetry and stories about teaching and learning. These can be poems and stories you have found, or that you have written. And please do respond to the poems and stories you read here - does it remind you of a learning or teaching experience, or ideas you have had as a teacher?

Brian Patten writes some wonderful poems that help us see from the perspective of the child. Here is one of my favourites. **The Minister for Exams** //Brian Patten// When I was a child I sat an exam. The test was so simple There was no way I could fail.

Q1. Describe the taste of the moon. It tastes like Creation I wrote, it has the flavour of starlight.

Q2. What colour is Love? Love is the colour of the water a man lost in the desert finds, I wrote.

Q3. Why do snowflakes melt? I wrote, they melt because they fall onto the warm tongue of God.

There were other questions. They were as simple. I described the grief of Adam when he was expelled from Eden. I wrote down the exact weight of an elephant's dream.

Yet today, many years later, For my living I sweep the streets or clean out the toilets of the fat hotels. Why? Because I constantly failed my exams. Why? Well, let me set a test. Q1. How large is a child's imagination? Q2. How shallow is the soul of the Minister for Exams?

Roger McGough's description of the first day at school is a hilarious account of school from a child's perspective that reminds us how alien school really can seem to children.

//Roger McGough//
 * First Day at School**

A millionbillionwillion miles from home Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?) Why are they all so big, the other children? So noisy? So much at home they must have been born in uniform Lived all their lives in playgrounds Spent the years inventing games that don’t let me in. Games that are rough and swallow you up.

And the railings. All around, the railings. Are they to keep out wolves and monsters? Things that carry off and eat children? Things you don’t take sweets from? Perhaps they’re to stop us from getting out Running away from the lessins. Lessin. What does a lessin look like? Sounds small and slimy. They keep them in glassrooms. Whole rooms made out of glass. Imagine.

I wish I could remember my name Mummy said it would come in useful. Like wellies. When there’s puddles. Lelllowwellies. I wish she was here. I think my name is sewn on somewhere Perhaps the teacher will read it for me. Tea – cher. The one who makes the tea.

 Another wonderful poet who connected deeply with children is //Shel Silverstein//. Here is a poem of his that inspires me no end.

Listen to the 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
 * Listen to the Mustn'ts**