Poem of the Day
I Watched a Blackbird
by Thomas Hardy
I watched a blackbird on a budding sycamore
One Easter Day, when sap was stirring twigs to the core;
I saw his tongue, and crocus-coloured bill
Parting and closing as he turned his trill;
Then he flew down, seized on a stem of hay,
And upped to where his building scheme was under way,
As if so sure a nest were never shaped on spray.
Ideas for this poem:
- Spring is a time where many animals and plants begin new life. Can you keep a diary of all the new life you can see out the window?
- Easter is a religious holiday celebrated around this time of year. What other religious holidays do you know of?
- Draw a picture of the blackbird - or any other bird!
Keep sending through your work - it's lovely to see so many people enjoying poetry!