Walking in woods.

Walking in the woods, my first kick through autumn leaves this year, towards the sea where the waves pull at pebbles on the wide beach, and in my head thoughts of poetry. It is National Poetry Day on 7th October and I will be working in a school in Norfolk and also doing an open event for the Norfolk Children's book group in Aylesham in the evening. ( You can get detail from Marilyn at the Children's Book Centre in Norfolk)

The National Poetry people want facebook users to change their status updates to lines from their favorite poem on 7th October. Easier said than done. 

Walking through the woods, trying to think of poems that I love and what it is I love about words and the way they can fall together or be crafted together to make stories, to make people, to make places. More often than not it is lyrics I remember more than poems. I read poetry but the while the taste of the words in the mind's eye is strong at the time my memory can not always hold them, where as songs haunt me.

The first time I found Yeats's Stolen Child was through song, The Waterboys wonderful song and the way the words ran and rang was wonderful and fit so well with my wood walking. Perhaps these would be the lines I would choose?

Where the wandering water gushes,

From the hills above Glen-Car,

In pools among the rushes

That scarce could bathe a star, 

We seek for slumbering trout

And whispering in their ears

Give them unquiet dreams;