This poem is entitled The Wonderful Words an it is the final poem in this book
This is that strange week between Christmas and New Year. Nothing much is happening so I decided to empty all my bookshelves, do some culling and then re-organise everything. YES I do have heaps of books and YES this was a bit overwhelming but I am now nearly finished - just one huge shelf to go.
Along the way I found this book from 1966. It is an old library book that I rescued decades ago. It is in fairly poor shape but it is a treasure. As a child I adored the famous poetry book by Mary O'Neill Hailstones and Halibut bones. Mary O'Neill was born on February 16, 1905 in New York City. Mary died on January 2, 1990 in Yuma, Arizona, USA. Judy Piussi-Campbell also illustrated Big Red Hen also by Mary O'Neill.
Here is another poem from Words, Words, Words:
FEELINGS ABOUT WORDS by Mary O'Neill
Some words clink
As ice in drink
Some move with grace
A dance, a lace.
Some sound thin:
Wail, scream and pin
Some words are squat:
A mug, a pot,
And some are plump,
Fat, round and dump.
Some words are light:
Drift, lift, and bright
A few are small
A, is and all.
And some are thick,
Glue, paste and brick.
Some words are sad:
“I never had…”
And others are gay:
Joy, spin and play.
Some words are sick:
Stab, scratch and nick.
Some words are hot:
Fire, flame and shot.
Some words are sharp,
Sword, point and carp.
And some alert
Glint, Glance and flirt.
Some words are lazy:
Saunter, hazy.
And some words preen
Pride, pomp and Queen.
Some words are quick,
A jerk, a flick.
Some words are slow:
Lag, stop and grow,
While others poke
As ox with yoke.
Some words can fly-
There’s wind, there’s high;
And some words cry:
“Goodbye…
Goodbye…”
Here is the 1966 Kirkus review:
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