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/