Random reciting of poetry is somewhat a tradition in my family. My Grandpa Popsie, used to sing, recite quotes and poetry to myself and my sisters. It gave him such joy, and his face would light up as we listened eagerly. He’d pick the same favourites to recite aloud from memory and it was comforting. I miss Popsie and the comfort blanket of his poetic words. One evening at bedtime all those years ago, I recorded his singing and poetry on cassette, which I still have, but can’t quite bear to hear now that he has passed away.
My Dad has taken on the mantle for my own children. He will turn up on our doorstep and recite limericks and poetry, all created by him. Sometimes he wakes in the night with poetry whirring round his head, or thinks up crazy rhymes as he walks the 20 minute journey to our house.
Here is Dad’s latest offering, which he wrote in 15 minutes in the middle of the night this week, especially for L and T. ‘Big Brown Bear’ is his alter ego, a persona he acquired when the kids and their cousins were just toddlers. He used to switch into ‘Big Brown Bear’, which the kids would find both scary and utterly thrilling. This particular poem is based on the ‘spy’ games L and T play, following him halfway home, ducking and diving behind parked cars and lampposts, trying desperately not to be seen.
The Stealthy Trackers
If you follow in the paw prints of the big brown bear,
You have to use much guile and take great care,
Be as nimble as a newt, as quiet as a mouse,
When you follow his tracks from house to house.
If you walk in the shadow of a big brown bear,
You have to glide like a ghost and sprint like a hare:
You need the strength of a lion and the eyes of a cat,
And the ultrasonic senses of a vampire bat.
So heed this warning from one, who knows,
Be on your mettle; be on your toes,
For if he turns and catches you there,
You’ll feel the force of the big, brown bear.
Dad is a big part of my children’s home ed life, and I love the enthusiasm for life, the knowledge, the jokes and of course the poetry that he brings into our home.