Daniel Finds a Poem
by Micha Archer
Transcript
00:00Daniel Finds a Poem by Misha Archer
00:15Hello my name is Misha Archer. My real name is Michelle Archer but my parents always just
00:22called me Misha and a lot of people say it wrong they say Misha and Mika but it's Misha
00:29and it rhymes with fish and wish and Tricia and Michigan so if that's a way to remember
00:37it thank you very much.
00:59Daniel knows all the rocks trees and animals in the park. On Monday morning, Daniel sees
01:25something new on the park gate. A sign reads. Poetry in the park. Sunday at 6 o'clock. What
01:35is poetry? Daniel says. He looks up in surprise when he hears spider say. To me, poetry is
01:45when morning dew glistens. On Tuesday, Daniel climbs the old oak tree. He sees Skirrel.
01:53Skirrel, do you know what poetry is? Poetry is when crisp leaves crunch. Skirrel tells
02:01him. On Wednesday, Daniel calls into Chipmunk's hole. Chipmunk, can you tell me what poetry
02:10is? Poetry. Poetry is a home with many windows in an old stone wall. On Thursday, Daniel
02:20makes a boat with a leaf for a sail and watches the wind carry it across the pond. He calls
02:26quietly to Frog. Excuse me Frog. What is poetry? Poetry says Frog. Is a cool pool to dive into.
02:37On Friday, Daniel parts the cattails and finds Turtle. Hello Turtle. I have a question. Do
02:46you know what poetry is? I think poetry is sun warmed sand. Turtle says. On Saturday afternoon,
02:56Daniel finds Cricket in the shade of the slide. When the shadows are long, Cricket fills the air
03:04with music. Is this poetry to you Cricket? Singing at twilight when the day is done.
03:12Indeed it is Daniel. That night, moonlight fills Daniel's room. He hears a who. Leaning from his
03:21window he calls to Owl. Owl, what is poetry? Oh poetry. Poetry is bright stars in the branches,
03:30moonlight on the grass and silent wings to take me wherever I go. Good night dear Daniel she
03:36whispers and flies off into the night. On Sunday, the sun wakes up Daniel. He is happy when he
03:44remembers it's Sunday. Today is poetry in the park says Daniel. And I have a poem. Morning dew
03:53glistens. Crisp leaves crunch. There's a home with many windows in the old stone wall. Cool pools to
04:02dive in. Sun warmed sand to lie in singing at twilight when the day is done. Bright stars in
04:10the branches. Moonlight on the grass and silent wings to take me wherever I go. On the way home,
04:18Daniel stops to watch. The sunset sky reflecting in the pond. That looks like poetry to me.
04:26To me too says Dragonfly. The end.