(Poem #1614) When I Was Three When I was three, I had a friend Who asked me why bananas bend, I told him why, but now I'm four I'm not so sure... |
I was randomly browsing through some children's poetry when I came across this delightful little piece. It reminds me of Silverstein, or perhaps Milne, in its light-hearted exploration of the myriad little rites of passage that mark childhood. I particularly love the way the poem strikes a balance between seriousness (from the narrator's point of view) and warm amusement (from a grown up perspective), and how, despite the humour, there's a revelation that borders on the profound. Incidentally, the narrator shows remarkable precocity in realising at age four that he didn't know everything - I think the average age for that particular rite of passage is closer twenty one these days :) martin [Links] Somewhat minimal biography and a review: http://www.lutterworth.com/lp/titles/whispers.htm
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