![]() ![]() Ralph Waldo Emerson was a licensed minister who resigned from the clergy when his first wife passed away a couple years into their marriage. The dialect in this poem contributes to its laid-back nature. Edgar Guest had a way of writing uplifting poems, and he wrote prolifically, publishing one poem a day for 30 years. In this charming poem by Edgar Guest (1881-1959), the speaker shares about a young boy who never did anything wrong. The frog that croaks, the lark that sings,īut just last night they stumped me, when While the mother doesn’t fully understand why he makes such a scene, the children can’t get enough of their father’s made-up stories. This is an enjoyable poem about a father telling his children stories before bed. The more the storyteller acts out, the more captivating the tale. The repetition of “life doesn’t frighten me at all” reinforces that theme.Ĭhildren love to be told bedtime stories. Although this poem showcases many things that frighten a child, the greater theme in this poem is that no matter the obstacles we face in life, we can overcome them. Maya Angelou, an inspirational American poet, crafted a poem from a child’s perspective about all the frightening things in her world. I slip from out the covers and I crawl in bed with Dad. They just hang 'round the children's roomsīut I don't ever yell out loud. 'Coz if they did he'd beat 'em up and chase 'em to their lair. No giants, ghosts or elephants have dared to come in there To find that I had slipped away an' crawled in bed with Dad. Then when they leapt onto my bed, Oh Gee! But they were mad I'd have to stop an' rest awhile, when they could capture me. Once I was chased by forty ghosts all shimmery an' white.Īn' I just raced 'em round the room an' let 'em think maybe I ain't scared of nothin' that comes pesterin' me at night. He had three heads and twenty arms, an' he came after meĪnd red hot fire came from his mouths and every hand was redĪnd he declared he'd grind my bones and make them into bread.īut I was just too smart for him, I fooled him mighty bad,īefore his hands could collar me I crawled in bed with Dad. One time there was a giant who was horrible to see, I just escaped from where I was and crawled in bed with Dad. Or let him see that I was scared - a better thought I had, His trunk was wavin' in the air an' spoutin' jets of steamĪn' he was out to eat me up, but still I didn't scream ![]() The other night 'bout two o'clock, or maybe it was three,Īn elephant with shining tusks came chasing after me. To a child's mind, sticking close to an all powerful parent is actually a really sensible survival strategy.īeing Brave At Night is published in the book Rhymes Of Childhood (1924), a collection of poems by Edgar A. I have a hangnail, and my heart is-what?ĭuring the day children are busy and don't have time to waste worrying about silly monsters, but children lying in bed at night waiting to fall asleep have lots of time to worry about invading giants, ghosts or elephants. My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight, My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained, The character in this poem seems to have come down with every possible illness, but what happens when she realizes it’s not a school day? Shel Silverstein crafts a poem that will resonate with children and adults alike. There are many kinds of sicknesses children try to convince their parents they have been afflicted with in order to get out of going to school. When children don’t want to do something, they come up with every excuse they can think of to get out of it.
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