Poetry and the Moon, for Kids ~
Three things I love with all my heart are my Grandkids, the Moon and Poetry.
I love these things so much that I often find myself combining the 3!
Which brings me to last Friday, January 13th, early evening, maybe 7:00 pm or so.
Yes, Friday the 13th and a Full Moon to boot, rising in a globe of wonder over my little town…
I didn’t see it at first, but my soon-to-be 3-year old grandson did. Apparently, Brian listens to his Grandma talking, singing, photographing, honoring the glory of The Moon. My favorite little “Moon” ditty/poem/nursery rhyme to sing to the sky is Mother Goose’s Hey, Diddle, Diddle.
Of course, I don’t go into the theory of origins of this little ditty, the ones about Mother Goose, in 1765, “borrowing” some of the hey and diddle and fiddle all that nonsensical verse from the likes of ancient Greeks, references to Elizabeth I’s court, etc.
I don’t even go into the astronomy theory that the cat, fiddle, cow, dog, dish and spoon represent constellations in the night sky, farmers and when to plant seeds.
No, the history of Mother Goose and these fun theories are saved for the older grandkids.
I just sing this nursery rhyme song/poem to the little ones whenever I see the moon.
Hey, Diddle, Diddle by Mother Goose
