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Tuesday, December 14, 2010

My Poem

       What kid wouldn't want to look up to their parents? To idolize, to believe they can do anything. It's a comfort to be able to trust your parents could rule the world if they wanted to. In the poem Father by Edgar Albert Guest a child looks up to it's (his/her) dad, describing him in a bragging, naive manner. I think it's cute how proud the kid is of it's dad. Edgar Guest puts an infantile spin on things, but he does so in a way that is hard to recognize. I can see the wording coming from a child's mouth, though it isn't what I would call a child's vocabulary.
    Throughout the poem however, the parent's faults are brought up. This man may have snappy solutions, but when it comes to putting things to action... well, that's someone else's job. Reading this poem makes me laugh. It reminds me of a little kid blurting embarrassing family stories to whoever that will listen. Not to be embarrassing of course, but just to talk to other people and to "sound smart". It's like saying"look what I know! Bet you don't know this secret!" Edgar Guest does a great job of portraying this immature nature in the narrator without using a four-year-old's vocabulary. That must take some skill.
    Other than being in awe of Edgar Guest's talent, I found it very amusing that the dad could come up with plans but the mom was the person who actually did anything. The last two lines state "We look to him for theories But look to ma for action". Not to be stereotypical, but I must say that seems pretty common for old men that just sit around reading newspapers. It also seems very unusual to me that a male poet would write of this. I mean, he could easily say that the men are the people who actually go to the office and work if he wanted to. I guess he's just a happily married man.
   I'm not going to do much with my hands during the poetry out loud contest. Maybe a few gestures here and  there, but not many. I think that I will start out really into that "yeah he's my dad, and he knows everything." and just every once in a while refer stuff with actions.Towards the end of the poem it will be more like "that's funny, I guess he really isn't so good with completion..." and finally end with the tone of "well, mom's still pretty awesome."

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