Today, January 18th, is the birthday of A. A. Milne. He is most notable for creating the beloved children's stories about a boy and his bear- a bear stuffed with fluff and a mischievous taste for honey. Christopher Robin and Whinnie the Pooh will always have a special place on nursery book shelves, but people hardly seem to delve into A. A. Milne's other wonderful pieces of literature. To celebrate the birthday and life of this wonderful author, I wanted to share a poem that he wrote. It was always one of my favorites while growing up; I have fond memories of listening to my children's librarian Mrs. B reciting it. Now, I enjoy sharing it with Jonah before nap and during other quiet times.
Halfway Down
Halfway down the stairs
is a stair
where i sit.
there isn't any
other stair
quite like
it.
i'm not at the bottom,
i'm not at the top;
so this is the stair
where
I always
stop.
Halfway up the stairs
Isn't up
And it isn't down.
It isn't in the nursery,
It isn't in town.
And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head.
It isn't really
Anywhere!
It's somewhere else
Instead!
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| (picture taken from oldpoetry.com) |
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