by Kate Greenaway
Little wind, blow on the hill-top,
Little wind, blow down the plain;
Little wind, blow up the sunshine,
Little wind, blow off the rain.
From Time for Poetry: A Teacher's Anthology
edited by May Hill Arbuthnot
1951, Scott Foresman
Monday, August 28, 2017
Monday, August 21, 2017
Skipping Along Alone (Monday Poem)
by Winifred Welles
Oh, how I love to skip alone
Along the beach in moisty weather;
The whole world seems my very own,
Each fluted shell and glistening stone,
Each wave that twirls a silver feather.
I skip along so brave and big
Behind the sand-birds gray and tiny,
I love to see their quick feet jig,
Each leaves a mark, neat as a twig,
Stamped in the sand so clear and shiny.
And fine and faint as drops of spray
I hear their little voices calling,
"Sweet, sweet! Sweet, sweet!" I hear them say--
I love to skip alone and play
Along the sand when mist is falling.
From Time for Poetry: A Teacher's Anthology
edited by May Hill Arbuthnot
1951, Scott Foresman
Oh, how I love to skip alone
Along the beach in moisty weather;
The whole world seems my very own,
Each fluted shell and glistening stone,
Each wave that twirls a silver feather.
I skip along so brave and big
Behind the sand-birds gray and tiny,
I love to see their quick feet jig,
Each leaves a mark, neat as a twig,
Stamped in the sand so clear and shiny.
And fine and faint as drops of spray
I hear their little voices calling,
"Sweet, sweet! Sweet, sweet!" I hear them say--
I love to skip alone and play
Along the sand when mist is falling.
From Time for Poetry: A Teacher's Anthology
edited by May Hill Arbuthnot
1951, Scott Foresman
Thursday, August 17, 2017
A Summary of Summer Stories (FAMILY magazine reviews)
Before classes begin, there’s still time to finish the
season of sunshine with stories that favor the lazy heat and relaxation of
holiday flavored summer experiences. Taste a sample of these refreshing treats
from a treasury of warm weather choices to savor.
And Then Comes Summer
by Tom Brenner
illustrated by Jaime Kim
This
storybook declaration of summer delight is also a celebration of all things
familiar before technology intrudes. A suburban setting suits the rhythm of the
language, the rituals of remembering, and the sounds and smells of the season:
“When every day is like a Saturday,” and you get your bike ready to ride, host
a lemonade stand, “play hide-and-seek until darkness wins,” watch the holiday
parade and fireworks, eat ice cream, and head to the lake for a camping trip.
The
brilliant acrylic illustrations sizzle with excitement as a group of
multicultural neighborhood children race, and scurry and bounce across the
sunny pages with joyful energy. Jubilant figures with waving arms, leaping
legs, and smiling faces splash and dash through summer’s gleeful freedoms
accompanied by exuberant, lyrical language. A perfectly radiant read!
Candlewick Press,
$16.99
Interest Level:
Pre-Kindergarten – Grade 1
There Might Be
Lobsters
by Carolyn Crimi
illustrated by Lauren Molk
Eleanor
and Sukie are at the beach. “Sukie (is) just a small dog”; scared of big sandy
stairs, beach balls that are “big and beachy,” “whooshy,” salty waves that are
too wet, and . . . “besides, there
might be lobsters”! Eleanor kindly carries Sukie and the stuffed toy monkey,
Chunka Munka, down the stairs. But she’s also exasperated, cradling the scared
pup in her arms after Sukie sits far away from the beach ball Eleanor tosses
her way.
Pen
and ink, with acrylic and watercolor illustrations begin before the dedication
and copyright, and continue with the title page. Throughout the picture book,
paintings of the sandy sunshine of a splish-splashing holiday harmoniously
sustain the lively language of this warm-hearted tale. When waves pull Chunka
Munka out to sea, Sukie barks for the monkey toy to come back, paddles “past a
big beachy ball,” and braves the salty waves to save him.
While
Sukie’s doggy fears are reflective of many children’s anxieties about new
experiences, the humorously tender text matches Sukie’s forlorn expression and
droopy body language to create a gently funny summer story. Italics let readers
and listeners in on Sukie’s imaginings, and carry the comedy of the repeating
line about lobsters! This refreshing account is a delightful treat for vacation
sharing.
Candlewick Press,
$16.99
Interest Level:
Pre-Kindergarten – Grade 2
Blue Sky White Stars
by Sarvinder Naberhaus
illustrated by Kadir Nelson
The poetry of this picture book’s
powerful words celebrates both America and its flag. The author’s spare verses
and repetition capture the pride and strength of the ideals that the United
States embodies in its people, landscape and the fabric of its multilayered
culture.
Award-winning artist Nelson’s
stunning images of American icons - Liberty, New York harbor’s revered statue,
magnificent snowcapped mountains, remarkably long lines of covered wagons,
glorious fireworks, Colorado’s majestic Grand Canyon, Wrigley’s well-known
baseball stadium, a soaring Apollo 11 spacecraft, an eagle in flight, the
momentous moon landing – invoke the multiple meanings the words convey.
This is clearly not a conventional
story with typical illustrations; it therefore allows for a dynamic, teachable
moment. Naberhaus’ brief, well-chosen phrases are carefully matched to Nelson’s
richly symbolic artistry. Together they represent a shared history and present
an opportunity to reflect on one’s knowledge and experience.
Beautiful oil paintings of
many-colored faces, highlight gender, ethnic, age, and racial diversity, with
the cover featuring the starry eyes of reflected holiday rocket explosives.
Back material includes notes from both author and illustrator, with additional
notes available on the author’s website to provide background material about
the book for further discussions.
Dial, $17.99
Interest Level:
Kindergarten – Grade 3
Monday, August 14, 2017
The Picnic (Monday Poem)
by Dorothy Aldis
We brought a rug for sitting on,
Our lunch was in a box.
The sand was warm. We didn't wear
Hats or Shoes or Socks.
Waves came curling up the beach.
We waded. It was fun.
Our sandwiches were different kinds.
I dropped my jelly one.
From Time for Poetry: A Teacher's Anthology
edited by May Hill Arbuthnot
1951, Scott Foresman
We brought a rug for sitting on,
Our lunch was in a box.
The sand was warm. We didn't wear
Hats or Shoes or Socks.
Waves came curling up the beach.
We waded. It was fun.
Our sandwiches were different kinds.
I dropped my jelly one.
From Time for Poetry: A Teacher's Anthology
edited by May Hill Arbuthnot
1951, Scott Foresman
Monday, August 7, 2017
Jump or Jiggle (Monday Poem)
by Evelyn Beyer
Frogs jump
Caterpillars hump
Worms wiggle
Bugs jiggle
Rabbits hop
Horses clop
Snakes slide
Sea gulls glide
Mice creep
Deer leap
Puppies bounce
Kittens pounce
Lions stalk--
But--
I walk!
From Time for Poetry: A Teacher's Anthology
edited by May Hill Arbuthnot
1951, Scott Foresman
Frogs jump
Caterpillars hump
Worms wiggle
Bugs jiggle
Rabbits hop
Horses clop
Snakes slide
Sea gulls glide
Mice creep
Deer leap
Puppies bounce
Kittens pounce
Lions stalk--
But--
I walk!
From Time for Poetry: A Teacher's Anthology
edited by May Hill Arbuthnot
1951, Scott Foresman
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