Well, I tried. We were on such a roll two weeks ago that I got carried away. On Wednesday Junior (my 6-year-old son) and I were having a lovely time of it, reading many books (and only one on jellyfish) at snack time, when I blew it. I up and fetched the From Sea to Shining Sea anthology of Americana and started to read "Listen, my children, and you shall hear/Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere." Things skidded to a halt when I read the word "belfry," but it may also have been at "aloft." ("Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch.")
When I found From Sea to Shining Sea at a book sale last summer (for only $5!), I pictured Junior and me, a la Norman Rockwell, revelling in our nation's history. I did not picture Junior sighing, "Mom, no" and walking over and gently closing the book on my lap. Quickly I flipped it back open and pointed to an illustration, "Ooooh, look at this cool old ship," but that was a desperate measure. And it did not work.
So, we moved on, and went outside and did a lot of digging. We planted a lilac bush, an unexpected gift from a friend. I thought of Poetry Friday and "When lilacs last in the door-yard bloom'd" (that's all I know of it), but knew to let the moment just be when we stood back and admired our rather handy spade work. Tonight I'll be reading From Sea to Shining Sea. By myself.
For some actual poems, check the list at the blog A Chair, A Fireplace and A Tea Cozy.