A House is a House for Me. Aerial photographs of houses, by Jason Hawkes, reminded me of the charming book-length poem by Mary Ann Hoberman that I used to read aloud for my kids many years ago:
A hill is a house for an ant, an ant.
A hive is a house for a bee.
A hole is a house for a mole or a mouse
And a house is a house for me!
The poem becomes whimsical:
A box is a house for a teabag.
A teapot’s a house for some tea.
If you pour me a cup and I drink it all up,
Then the teahouse will turn into me!
The author admits:
Perhaps I have started farfetching…
Perhaps I am stretching things some…
A mirror’s a house for reflections…
A throat is a house for a hum…
Can’t disagree with her conclusion, though:
A flower’s at home in a garden
A donkey’s at home in a stall
Each creature that’s known has a house of it’s own
And the earth is a house for us all!
To my G+ friends with little kids, enjoy!
Stunning aerial photographs of nature and humanity at: http://www.jasonhawkes.com/#/Hero%20Portfolio/Hero%20/1/
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Loved the poem! Thank you!
Very nice and appropriate for all…
And nowadays, sadly, we have the repressed parental rage hinted at by the bestseller status of Adam Mansbach and Ricardo Cortés’ Go the F**k to Sleep… So much for Beatrix Potter, then 😉
Marc Ponomareff , but that book made me laugh so much, my son never once slept the night through, and softies that we were, we always went to him 🙂
Great post… Have a good day 🙂
I love this
Hah, to feel insignificant we don’t need to look at stars any more, a look at these apartments should be enough!
realy its amzing yaar nice
The photography on that link is great.