Let's continue to celebrate National Poetry Month, shall we? This week I'm going to share the little bit I know about a wonderful national recitation competition. I've shared with you in the past that my grandmother loved to recite poems out loud, finding just the right verse to match the occasion. Her special gift was passed down to son number 3, who excelled in forensics in high school (earning the title of state champion in prose) and who has now gone on to double major in radio/tv/film and theater in college. But he also had the rare and special opportunity while in high school to represent his state, not once but twice, in the national Poetry Out Loud contest, held each spring in Washington, D.C.
|Checking in at headquarters|
|My husband and son with Representative Tammy Baldwin|
So let's hang out in Washington this week and enjoy a few of my son's poetry selections, shall we? I'll start with his all-time favorite poem (which happens to be one of mine as well!). Here is one of Robert Frost's best known poems:
The Road Not Taken
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.
|Two travelers, two different roads to take, but the father/son bond has made all the difference...|