Have you written a poem about homeschooling that you would like to share? Send me your submission! E-mail . Both adults and children are welcome to submit poems for this page. Be sure to include your name so that I can give you credit, and the poet's age if it's a child. (When I receive enough submissions, I will publish them in a book and send you a free copy if you supply your e-mail and/or mailing address to keep on file.)
no boring lectures,
no politically-correct textbooks,
no required courses,
no graffiti-covered walls,
no overcrowded classrooms,
no high-stakes testing,
no strict schedules, and
no dress codesÖ
But the whole world will be
an open book as we run free
to windsung poems,
and we will rejoice
as we explore the wonders
of God's creation.
Copyright 2000 by Teri Ann Berg Olsen
A poem by Teri Ann Berg Olsen
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Ode to a Homeschool Dad
A Teacher's Heart
By Teri Ann Berg Olsen
no water can wash it away.
The marks in the sands are erased by the tide;
inscriptions will crumble with clay.
The words in a book will decay with the years
and even engraving in stone disappears.
But Godís Word inscribed on a little childís heart
for time and eternity shall not depart.
This one was written by an Apologia science student.
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We Are the Homeschool Kids Who Can't Do Anything
By Edgar Guest
We play at our house and have all sorts of fun,
At our house we laugh aní we sing aní we shout,
Iíve been to houses with pa where I had
They never have races nor rassles nor fights.
The following poem relates the true story of a homeschool family that moved to a small town in the Midwest and enrolled their teenage son in a local public school. They thought the small-school atmosphere would be good for him. However, the school labeled the boy as learning disabled. He was teased constantly and the heretofore happy-go-lucky teenage son attempted suicide. So the mother began home schooling her son again. She spent most of that year focusing on his spiritual and emotional development with little emphasis on academics. After six and half months of homeschooling, she had her son take the Iowa Test of Basic Skills. He tested 17 months above his grade level - after being labeled learning disabled just nine months before! At the end of the school year, the mother sat down and wrote a poem that summarizes her experience.
You loser! You queer! You're no good!
Grips of despair, hurt and torment,
"Socialization," it is a must!
Line upon line will now reveal,
Dearest child, your life was torn apart.
This isn't technically a homeschool poem BUT it does give some good reasons TO homeschool!
The Prayer of a Public Schooler
Written By A 15 yr. Old School Kid In Arizona
Now I sit me down in school
If Scripture now the class recites,
Our hair can be purple, orange or green,
For praying in a public hall
We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
We can get our condoms and birth controls,
It's scary here I must confess,
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