This seems like the perfect time to highlight poems that celebrate childhood and outdoor play.
Let's start with an old classic.
The Swing
by Robert Louis Stevenson
(in A Child’s Garden of Verses and Underwoods, 1913)
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,
Rivers 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!
Jumping rope is always fun. Here are two poems by Rebecca Kai Dotlich.
(from In the Spin of Things: Poetry of Motion)
Swings
up,
whirls around,
brushed ground
beneath quick feet.
Sweeps walks,
slap, slip
double Dutch,
scissor skip.
Flip, flap,
LOOPS around,
slip, slap,
swoops down.
Slides and swirls,
twirls and twists,
song for a jump rope
sounds like this:
Tiger leap,
spider spin,
your turn next,
jump on in!
Poem © Rebecca Kai Dotlich, 2003. All rights reserved.
(from Lemonade Sun: And Other Summer Poems)
Jumping, jumping,
Double Dutch
on cement sidewalks
cooled by dusk.
Down in the meadow
where the green grass grows,
there sits Sophie sniffin' at a rose—
Our voices echo
in the air,
Turn around, turn around,
teddy bear—
The street and porch
lights stagger on;
we jump, jump, jump,
and chant these songs:
Peppers are red
and berries are blue,
pick a name to follow you—
Our voices ring
beneath the starts,
Skip to Venus,
jump to Mars—
Jumping, jumping,
Double Dutch,
Mama's got her silver
in the hutch—
we're singing songs
on cracked sidewalks,
Papa keeps his money
in his sock—
to the slap, slap, slap
of jump rope talk!
Poem © Rebecca Kai Dotlich, 1998. All rights reserved.
Let's stick with Lemonade Sun for a moment and think about jacks and marbles!
Marbles
(from Lemonade Sun: And Other Summer Poems)
Rolling
clicking,
rolling,
clacking,
tiger-eyes
and glass moons
crashing;
rainbows spinning
on and on—
pocket treasures,
sidewalk songs.
Poem © Rebecca Kai Dotlich, 1998. All rights reserved.
Jacks
(from Lemonade Sun: And Other Summer Poems)
quickly
from an eager fist,
this silver-mix
goes somersaulting,
silver
falling to the walk,
raining
tin bouquets;
small bundles
of piggyback
stars.
Poem © Rebecca Kai Dotlich, 1998. All rights reserved.
Sidewalk Squawk
The sidewalk isn't just for walking.
It's good for talking
And for chalking,
Also running
While you're sunning.
I like biking,
Sidewalk hiking.
Cool for scooting,
Roller-skating,
And for super-celebrating!
Poem © Douglas Florian, 2002. All rights reserved.
We're Racing, Racing Down the Walk
by Phyllis McGinley
We're racing, racing down the walk,
Over the pavement and round the block.
We rumble along till the sidewalk ends--
Felicia and I and half our friends.
Our hair flies backward. It's whish and whirr!
She roars at me and I shout at her
As past the porches and garden gates
We rattle and rock
On our roller skates.
Poem © Phyllis McGinley. All rights reserved.
Just Watch
by Myra Cohn Livingston
Watch
how high
I'm jumping,
Watch
how far
I hop,
Watch
how long
I'm skipping,
Watch
how fast
I stop!
Poem © Myra Cohn Livingston. All rights reserved.
I'm going to wrap this entry up with a favorite from Here's a Little Poem: A Very First Book of Poetry, collected by Jane Yolen and Andrew Fusek Peters and illustrated by Polly Dunbar.
Kick a Little Stone
by Dorothy Aldis
When you are walking by yourself
Here's something nice to do:
Kick a little stone and watch it
Hop ahead of you.
The little stone is round and white,
Its shadow round and blue.
Along the sidewalk over the cracks
The shadow bounces too.
Poem © Dorothy Aldis. All rights reserved.
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