Poem of the Month - Pan with Us by Robert Frost  My daughter and I read a poem together weekly and then discus it. Sometimes it even leads to a little research to figure out symbolism. Once in a while a poem will inspire my daughter to do some art in response. This week I wanted to find something that would invoke images of spring. So I looked through my collection of Robert Frost poetry and started skimming. When I saw the use of the word "bluet," I knew this was the perfect one to read. My daughter got pigeons to use in 4-H a few weeks ago and they are called "Bluette Satinettes." I was sure peak her interest when she heard it. Also, she's always loved the mythology of Pan and what could be more reminiscent of spring? We'll see if this sparks any drawing interest. Since she usually draws animals in human form, I'd love to see what she does with Pan's image! Enjoy this poem of the month for May and our beautiful sunny weather. Pan with Us Robert Frost, 1874 - 1963 Pan came out of the woods one day,— His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray, The gray of the moss of walls were they,— And stood in the sun and looked his fill At wooded valley and wooded hill. He stood in the zephyr, pipes in hand, On a height of naked pasture land; In all the country he did command He saw no smoke and he saw no roof. That was well! And he stamped a hoof. He heart knew peace, for none came here To this lean feeding save once a year Someone to salt the half-wild steer, Or homespun children with clicking pails Who see so little they tell no tales. He tossed his pipes, too hard to teach A new-world song, far out of reach, For a sylvan sign that the blue jay’s screech And the whimper of hawks beside the sun Were music enough for him, for one. Times were changed from what they were: Such pipes kept less of power to stir The fruited bough of the juniper And the fragile bluets clustered there Than the merest aimless breath of air. They were pipes of pagan mirth, And the world had found new terms of worth. He laid him down on the sun-burned earth And ravelled a flower and looked away— Play? Play?—What should he play? Brought to you by Blossom Learning -coaching for the homeschooling parent and child. If you'd like to explore ideas for creative lessons designed just for your child and their interests, come visit me at www.blossomlearning.weebly.com.
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