The Academy of American Poets established April as poetry month in 1996 to encourage people about the pleasure of reading poetry. It’s all explained here.

In honor of poetry month, here’s a little story about poetry writing.

Years ago, my second oldest grandson and I were sitting at the kitchen table discussing his homework. He’s home schooled, and I’d promised his parents to work with him while he was visiting.

Like his daddy (my son), my grandson hated homework. The thought of poetry homework made the task even less appealing, especially when the swimming pool outside was calling.

He twirled his pencil and starred outside at the squirrel climbing the bird feeder. He ate a Pop Tart. He slipped away to play a game of chess with his Pepa. Next thing I knew the rascal was in the swimming pool.

I called him back to task.

Moments later, I caught him at the window. Again.

This time he watched a chameleon on the Maple tree by the kitchen window.

Before I could speak, he pointed to the laptop on the table. “I wrote the poem already.”

This is what I read on the computer screen:

Lizard Poetry

Lazy lizards leap from leaf to leaf

As green as a Sprite can

Lizards like to hide under the weather

Running, hiding, and sneaking around

Crazily, hastily, and hurriedly leaving their tails behind them

The miniature lizards are tiny compared to the big, blue sky

That grandson is off to college next year. I’m sure he’s forgotten about his lizard poem. I haven’t.

I learned a lesson that day about how little boys can multi-task when you think they’re playing.