Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems

Jan 17 2025 77 ep. 3 mins 29
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Pickled Poems is a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Each week host Grace shares a favorite poem for the whole family to enjoy. Silly poems, serious poems... Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems is for children who already love poetry and for those who aren't quite sure. Perfect for homeschool families, Morning Time and memory work routines, family road trips, or just for fun! Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?

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January (Pickled Poem Ep. 76)

Jan 17 2025 2 mins  
"January" by John Foster January isA clean white sheet, newly-ironedAn empty page:A field of freshly-fallen snowWaiting to be mappedBy our footsteps. Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem? Email [email protected] and let me know what you th

White Fields (Pickled Poem Ep. 75)

Jan 10 2025 2 mins  
"White Fields" by James Stephens IIn the winter time we goWalking in the fields of snow,Where there is no grass at all,Where the top of every wall,Every fence, and every tree,Is as white as white can be.IIPointing out the way we came,—Every one of them the same—All across the fields there bePrints in silver filigree;And our mothers always knowBy the footprints in the snow,Wh

Disturb Us Lord (Pickled Poem Ep. 74)

Jan 03 2025 3 mins  
"Disturb Us, Lord" by Sir Francis Drake Disturb us, O Lord, when we are too well-pleased with ourselves;When our dreams have come truebecause we have dreamed too little;When we have arrived in safety becausewe sailed too close to the shore. Disturb us, O Lord, when with the abundance of things possessed, we lose our thirst for the Water of Life;When, having fallen in love wit

Pebbles (Pickled Poem Ep. 73)

Dec 27 2024 2 mins  
"Pebbles" by Valerie Worth Pebbles belong to no oneUntil you pick them up —Then they are yours. But which, of all the world’sMountains of little broken stones,Will you choose to keep? The smooth black, the white,The rough gray with sparksShining in its cracks? Somewhere the best pebble mustLie hidden, meant for youIf you can find it. Hi, I’m Grace, and this is

Christmas Bells (Pickled Poem Ep. 72)

Dec 20 2024 4 mins  
"Christmas Bells" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow I heard the bells on Christmas DayTheir old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeatOf peace on earth, good-will to men! And thought how, as the day had come,The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along The unbroken songOf peace on earth, good-will to men! Till ringing, singing on its way,The world revolved from

Some People (Pickled Poem Ep. 71)

Dec 13 2024 2 mins  
"Some People" by Rachel Field Isn't it strange some people make You feel so tired inside,Your thoughts begin to shrivel up Like leaves all brown and dried! But when you're with some other ones, It's stranger still to findYour thoughts as thick as fireflies All shiny in your mind! Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry po

Hurk (Pickled Poem Ep. 70)

Dec 06 2024 1 mins  
"Hurk" by Shel Silverstein I'd rather play tennis than go to the dentist.I'd rather play soccer than go to the doctor.I'd rather play Hurk than go to work.Hurk? Hurk? What's Hurk?I don't know, but it must be better than work. Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for toda

Psalm 100 (Pickled Poem Ep. 69)

Nov 29 2024 2 mins  
"Psalm 100" Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands. Serve the Lord with gladness: come before his presence with singing. Know ye that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his

Thanksgiving Day (Pickled Poem Ep. 68)

Nov 22 2024 3 mins  
"Thanksgiving Day" (Over the river and through the wood) by Lydia Maria Child Over the river and through the wood, To grandfather's house we go; The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh Through the white and drifted snow. Over the river and through the wood-- Oh, how the wind does blow! It stings the toes And bites the nose, As over the ground we go. Over the river and

The Mist and All (Pickled Poem Ep. 67)

Nov 15 2024 2 mins  
"The Mist and All" by Dixie Wilson I like the fallThe mist and allI like the night owl’s lonely callAnd wailing soundOf wind around I like the grayNovember dayAnd bare, dead boughs that coldly swayAgainst my paneI like the rain I like to sitAnd laugh at itAnd tend my cozy fire a bitI like the fallThe mist and all Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a P