Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems

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

"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

"My Valentine" (excerpt) by Robert Louis Stevenson I will make you brooches and toys for your delightOf bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.I will make a palace fit for you and meOf green days in forests and blue days at 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.  Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I'll see you next week! ⁠⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠⁠

"February Twilight" by Sara Teasdale I stood beside a hillSmooth with new-laid snow,A single star looked outFrom the cold evening glow. There was no other creatureThat saw what I could see—I stood and watched the evening starAs long as it watched me. 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 goSilence 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

"The First Snowfall" (excerpt) by James Russell Lowell The snow had begun in the gloaming,   And busily all the nightHad been heaping field and highway   With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock   Wore ermine too dear for an earl,And the poorest twig on the elm-tree   Was ridged inch deep with pearl. 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

"January" by John Foster January isA clean white sheet, newly-ironedAn empty page:A field of freshly-fallen snowWaiting to be mappedBy our footsteps. 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.  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! 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

"White Fields" by James Stephens IIn the winter time we goWalking in the fields of snow,Where there is no grass at all,Where the top of every wall,Every fence, and every tree,Is as white as white can be.IIPointing out the way we came,—Every one of them the same—All across the fields there bePrints in silver filigree;And our mothers always knowBy the footprints in the snow,Where it is the children go. 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

"Disturb Us, Lord" by Sir Francis Drake Disturb us, O Lord, when we are too well-pleased with ourselves;When our dreams have come truebecause we have dreamed too little;When we have arrived in safety becausewe sailed too close to the shore. Disturb us, O Lord, when with the abundance of things possessed, we lose our thirst for the Water of Life;When, having fallen in love with time, we have ceased to dream of Eternity;And our efforts to build a new earth have allowed Your vision for a new heaven to grow dim. Stir us, O Lord, to dare more boldly, to venture on wider seas where storms shall show Thy Mastery.Where, losing sight of the land, we shall find the stars, in the name of Him who pushed back the horizons of our hope and invited the brave to follow Him. 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 oneUntil you pick them up —Then they are yours. But which, of all the world'sMountains of little broken stones,Will you choose to keep? The smooth black, the white,The rough gray with sparksShining in its cracks? Somewhere the best pebble mustLie hidden, meant for youIf 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 DayTheir old, familiar carols play,    And wild and sweet    The words repeatOf 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 songOf 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 sublimeOf peace on earth, good-will to men! Then from each black, accursed mouthThe cannon thundered in the South,    And with the sound    The carols drownedOf peace on earth, good-will to men! It was as if an earthquake rentThe hearth-stones of a continent,    And made forlorn    The households bornOf 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 songOf 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 findYour 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 fallThe mist and allI like the night owl's lonely callAnd wailing soundOf wind around I like the grayNovember dayAnd bare, dead boughs that coldly swayAgainst my paneI like the rain I like to sitAnd laugh at itAnd tend my cozy fire a bitI like the fallThe 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 GoreWas 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 GoreOn a voyage of penance to Singapore. But he begged for mercy and said, "No more!Pray do not send me to SingaporeOn 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 soreOf 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.  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! 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

"Bear in There" by Shel Silverstein There's a polar bearIn our Frigidaire—He likes it 'cause it's cold in there.With his seat in the meatAnd his face in the fishAnd his big hairy pawsIn 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 roarIf you open the door.And it gives me a scareTo know he's in there—That polary bearIn 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

"Seal" by William Jay Smith See how he divesFrom the rocks with a zoom!See how he dartsThrough his watery roomPast crabs and eelsAnd green seaweed,Past fluffs of sandyMinnow feed!See how he swimsWith a swerve and a twist,A flip of the flipper,A flick of the wrist!Quicksilver-quick,Softer than spray,Down he plungesAnd sweeps away;Before you can think,Before you can utterWords like "Dill pickle"Or "Apple butter,"Back up he swimsPast Sting Ray and Shark,Out with a zoom,A whoop, a bark;Before you can sayWhatever you wish,He plops at your sideWith 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 maywent down to the beach(to play one day) and maggie discovered a shell that sangso sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and milly befriended a stranded starwhose rays five languid fingers were; and molly was chased by a horrible thingwhich raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and may came home with a smooth round stoneas 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! ⁠⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠⁠

"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 bewhen 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 windowsBolt the doorsBig rain comingClimbing up the mountain Neighbors whisperDark clouds gatherBig rain comingClimbing up the mountain Gather in the clotheslinesPull down the blindsBig wind risingComing up the mountain Branches fallingRaindrops flyingTreetops swayingPeople runningBig wind blowingHurricane! 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? 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.  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! Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I'll see you next week! ⁠⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠⁠

"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 sheenThat plays in the golden hair of a girl.A cloud flies there—A ripple of amber—a flareOf light follows after. A swirlIn the hollows like the twinkling feetOf a fairy waltzer; the colors runTo the westward sun,Through the deeps of the ripening wheat. I hear the reapers' far-off hum,So faint and far it seems the droneOf bee or beetle, seems to comeFrom far-off, fragrant, fruity zone,A land of plenty, whereToward the sun, as hasting there,The colors runBefore the wind's feetIn the wheat. The wild hawk swoopsTo his prey in the deeps;The sunflower droopsTo 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. 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

"Every Time I Climb a Tree" by David McCord Every time I climb a treeEvery time I climb a treeEvery time I climb a treeI scrape a legOr skin a kneeAnd every time I climb a treeI find some antsOr dodge a beeAnd get the antsAll over me. And every time I climb a treeWhere have you been?They say to meBut don't they know that I am freeEvery time I climb a tree? I like it bestTo spot a nestThat has an eggOr maybe three. And then I skinThe other legBut every time I climb a treeI see a lot of things to seeSwallows rooftops and TVAnd all the fields and farms there beEvery time I climb a treeThough climbing may be good for antsIt isn't awfully good for pantsBut still it's pretty good for meEvery time I climb a tree. 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

"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. 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 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 dayI 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. 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

"A Quiet Life" by Baron Wormser What a person desires in lifeis 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 minesand furnaces and factories,of dim early mornings and night-owl shifts,of women in kerchiefs and men withsweat-soaked hair.Then water, the stuff of clouds and skiesand God knows what causes it to happen.There seems always too much or too littleof it and more pipelines, meters, pumpingstations, towers, tanks.And salt — a miracle of the first order,the ace in any argument for God.Only God could have imagined fromnothingness the pang of salt.Political peace too. It should be quietwhen one eats an egg. No political hoodlumsknocking down doors, no lieutenants who areticked off at their scheming girlfriends andtake it out on you, no dictatorsposing as tribunes.It should be quiet, so quiet you can hearthe chicken, a creature usually mocked as a typeof fool, a cluck chained to the chore of her body.Listen, she is there, pecking at a bit of grainthat came from nowhere. 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

"Charge of the Light Brigade" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson IHalf 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. IIICannon 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. IVFlashed all their sabres bare,Flashed as they turned in airSabring the gunners there,Charging an army, while   All the world wondered.Plunged in the battery-smokeRight through the line they broke;Cossack and RussianReeled from the sabre stroke   Shattered and sundered.Then they rode back, but not   Not the six hundred. VCannon 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 wellCame through the jaws of Death,Back from the mouth of hell,All that was left of them,   Left of six hundred. VIWhen 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! 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

"Halfway Down" by A. A. Milne Halfway down the stairsIs a stairWhere I sit.There isn't anyOther stairQuite likeIt.I'm not at the bottom,I'm not at the top;So this is the stairWhereI alwaysStop.Halfway up the stairsIsn't upAnd isn't down.It isn't in the nursery,It isn't in the town.And all sorts of funny thoughtsRun round my head.It isn't reallyAnywhere!It's somewhere elseInstead! 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

"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 tideIs 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. 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

"Ozymandias" by Percy Bysshe Shelley  I met a traveller from an antique land,Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sandHalf sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,Tell that its sculptor well those passions readWhich 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 decayOf that colossal Wreck, boundless and bareThe lone and level sands stretch far away.” 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 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! 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.

"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. 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

"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 outHe turned; but still the pigtail stoutHung 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. 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

"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" by William Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloudThat 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 shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but theyOut-did the sparkling waves in glee:A poet could not but be gay,In such a jocund company:I gazed—and gazed—but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils. 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

"Blow, Bugle, Blow" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson   The splendour falls on castle wallsAnd 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 scarThe 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. 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! 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! ⁠⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠⁠ this description includes referral links

"Bed in Summer" by Robert Louis Stevenson In winter I get up at nightAnd 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 seeThe birds still hopping on the tree,Or hear the grown-up people's feetStill 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 smallAnd short and fat,And with those little beady little eyesWill never win a beauty prize.The caterpillar's brain is smallIt only knows to eat and crawl.But for this creepy bugDon'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,UnderratedNobleman,The Duke of Plaza-Toro!In the first and foremost flight, ha, ha!You always found that knight, ha, ha!That celebrated,Cultivated,UnderratedNobleman,The Duke of Plaza-Toro!When, to evade Destruction's hand,To hide they all proceeded,No soldier in that gallant bandHid half as well as he did.He lay concealed throughout the war,And so preserved his gore, O!That unaffected,Undetected,Well connectedWarrior,The Duke of Plaza-Toro!In every doughty deed, ha, ha!He always took the lead, ha, ha!That unaffected,Undetected,Well connectedWarrior,The Duke of Plaza-Toro!When told that they would all be shotUnless 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-goingPaladin,The Duke of Plaza-Toro!To men of grosser clay, ha, ha!He always showed the way, ha, ha!That very knowing,Overflowing,Easy-goingPaladin,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, andthere 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 sayIt is wholesome and people grow fat on it.The spot being lonely, the lady not onlyDiscovered 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 spiedA 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 easeThat he lost all his sense of propriety,And grew so inept that he clumsily steptIn her plate—which is barred in Society. This curious error completed her terror;She shuddered, and growing much paler, notOnly left tuffet, but dealt him a buffetWhich 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 missTo whom you have something to say,You are only absurd when you get in the curdBut 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

Eletelephony by Laura Richards Once there was an elephant,Who tried to use the telephant—No! No! I mean an elephoneWho tried to use the telephone—(Dear me! I am not certain quiteThat even now I've got it right.)Howe'er it was, he got his trunkEntangled in the telephunk;The more he tried to get it free,The louder buzzed the telephee—(I fear I'd better drop the songOf 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