Guest Post: The Birthtime of Color

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If you’ve got a fever and the only prescription is springtime, then this is the guest post for you. It’s a poem written by my son, Jake—he said it made his teacher cry. Enjoy!

The Birthtime of Color

The birthtime of color, the start of the year

The birthtime of nature, the race of the deer

The birthtime of life, the space of the birds

The birthtime of animals, squirrels striving to be heard

The birthtime of plants, trees wave in the breeze

The birthtime of air, bees gather nectar with definite ease

The birthtime of water, fish swim in the waves

The birthtime of bushes, kids race in the maze

I think it is clear, of what we hold dear,

That spring is a powerful thing

And you should not waste

A single moment of it.

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5 Comments

  1. jorge said,

    March 14, 2009 at 2:44 am

    Birthdays give way to apparently unknown events; everything reveals itself, when an activity takes us to the origin of its impulse.
    Beautiful poem…

  2. scheirmad said,

    March 14, 2009 at 8:14 am

    Jake says, “Thank you very much.”

    I thank you for reading, and thank you as well for your beautifully crafted comment.

    -Scheir M.

  3. Lorraine said,

    March 14, 2009 at 9:59 am

    This is stunning! Hey Jake, could I please use your poem with my Year 5 class?

  4. scheirmad said,

    March 14, 2009 at 7:58 pm

    Jake says, “Sure. Anyone can use my poem. Just make sure it says ‘Jake Scheir'” at the bottom.”

    Thanks for your compliment, Lorraine!! It’s amazing how the Scheir’s are cyber-travelling around the world!

    -Scheir Mom

  5. Lorraine said,

    March 14, 2009 at 8:35 pm

    Thank you Jake. I am teaching my class that they always have to acknowledge the poet! So your name will definitely be at the bottom of the poem.
    We are travelling into Autumn (Fall) as you move into Spring so I think I’ll get my kids to focus on the changes that happen in Autumn. We are really lucky at Settlers Farm (our school) because we have an “avenue” along the path between some of the buildings of Claret Ash trees. Claret Ash trees really put on an Autumnal show of colours – rich reds, yellows and golds before the leaves drop completely and the trees are bare! So I’m hoping your poem will inspire the poet inside my students.


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