So we talked about Robert Frost's offered definition(s) of poetry, and then turned to Mary Oliver.
Both poets write about nature extensively, but I don't think they'd agree on much else. For example, Mary Oliver would hide pencils in trees precisely so she could write when inspiration struck her out in nature. Mary Oliver's poems tend not to rhyme, while Robert Frost's tend to. Mary Oliver "calls free verse 'the music of conversation' and "time spent with a friend," while Robert Frost said free verse was like "playing tennis without a net."
All in all, we found Robert Frost endearing...but a little erudite.
But we learned that poetry isn't the same thing to everyone. Even two poets who are considered great can have vastly different ideas of what poetry is and how it should be written.
We read several poems about nature and then the kids attempted their own poem about nature, which perhaps I will share later. Benjamin's poem was...interesting.
We spent the afternoon watching the Perseverance land on Mars and the kids appreciated all the yes! yes! yesses! that were getting picked up on various microphones. It was a rather exciting moment for everyone involved, I'm sure.
My favourite part was when one of the astronomers/astronauts/scientists was fielding questions from children and one of them asked how exactly the samples from the rover were going to be returned to earth. She explained to viewers that she didn't quite know, but that it would be their job to figure that out when they're in her seat.
Benjamin asked what that meant, so I told him it meant that while they didn't have the technology or equipment to make a return trip today, she hold out hope that the children watching this event will dream up solutions and invent new technologies that will allow us to retrieve the equipment in coming years. I might have made my answer sound a little too personal, however, because he turned to me and said, "Okay. Here's what we gotta do..." and started detailing his plans for getting Perseverance back on Earth.
I eventually had to shush him (because we were trying to watch the rest of the program), but I felt bad because that boy was dreaming big.