The Poetical Prowess of Andrew Pudewa

Apr 12, 2017 | Posted by the IEW Blog Team


Did you know that IEW has its own YouTube channel? We do! And in honor of National Poetry month, we want to highlight a few videos of our very own Andrew Pudewa reciting poetry. We hope you enjoy watching!

First up is a particularly riveting recitation of Lewis Carroll’s classic poem, “Jabberwocky.”


By Lewis Carroll


`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

We have one more gem to share with you called “The Reading Mother,” by Strickland Gillilan. Enjoy this sweet poem!

“The Reading Mother”

By Strickland Gillilan


I had a mother who read to me

Sagas of pirates who scoured the sea,

Cutlasses clenched in their yellow teeth,

“Blackbirds” stowed in the hold beneath.


I had a Mother who read me lays

Of ancient and gallant and golden days;

Stories of Marmion and Ivanhoe,

Which every boy has a right to know.


I had a Mother who read me tales

Of Gelert the hound of the hills of Wales,

True to his trust till his tragic death,

Faithfulness blent with his final breath.


I had a Mother who read me the things

That wholesome life to the boy heart brings--

Stories that stir with an upward touch,

Oh, that each mother of boys were such!


You may have tangible wealth untold;

Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.

Richer than I you can never be--

I had a Mother who read to me.

We hope these poems performed by Andrew brought a smile to your face! And when you have some spare time, stop on by our YouTube channel. In addition to videos that entertain, we also offer videos that instruct and educate about how to teach IEW writing. It’s a resource that we believe will help you as you seek to train your students to become competent and confident communicators and thinkers.

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