I'm preparing a poetry workshop for a year 5 class at local Primary school.
The workshop is called: What's the point of Poetry?
Legend of the Library
In the stillness and hush of the carpeted room
In the space between Magic and Rhyme,
By the window that lends a warm light to the gloom
Sits a child who’s forgotten the time…
With her head in a book and her heart in a land
That is made up of legends and spells,
She is holding a world in the palm of her hand
And absorbs every tale that it tells…
Many wonders reside on the pages of books
Resting quietly, tucked up in bed
As they sit on the shelves and collect in the nooks
Waiting each to be picked out and read.
Because here in the silence of library life,
In the rustle of books and their kind,
You will find that the pen is a mightier knife
And that power lies all in the mind.
Because Poetry can change the way you think, and if it can change the way you think, it can change the world.
If you are in any doubt, read Nelson Mandela's favourite poem, Invictus