by Skila Brown
Biggest beast you've ever seen.
Gobbling up a coal cuisine.
One hundred tons of steel machine.
Belching out a steam smoke screen.
from Clackety Track: Poems about Trains by Skila Brown, illustrated by Jamey Christoph
Candlewick Press, 2019
Monday, October 28, 2019
Monday, October 21, 2019
Thoughts (Monday Poem)
by Jacqueline Bouvier
I love the Autumn,
And yet I cannot say
All the thoughts and things
That make me feel this way.
I love walking on the angry shore,
To watch the angry sea;
Where summer people were before,
But now there's only me.
I love wood fires at night
That have a ruddy glow.
I stare at the flames
And think of long ago.
I love the feeling down inside me
That says to run away
To come and be a gypsy
And laugh the gypsy way.
The tangy tast of apples,
The snowy mist at morn,
The wanderlust inside you
When you hear the huntsman's horn.
Nostalgia -- that's the Autumn,
Dreaming through September
Just a million lovely things
I always will remember.
from A Family of Poems: My Favorite Poetry for Children
Selected by Caroline Kennedy
Hyperion, 2005
I love the Autumn,
And yet I cannot say
All the thoughts and things
That make me feel this way.
I love walking on the angry shore,
To watch the angry sea;
Where summer people were before,
But now there's only me.
I love wood fires at night
That have a ruddy glow.
I stare at the flames
And think of long ago.
I love the feeling down inside me
That says to run away
To come and be a gypsy
And laugh the gypsy way.
The tangy tast of apples,
The snowy mist at morn,
The wanderlust inside you
When you hear the huntsman's horn.
Nostalgia -- that's the Autumn,
Dreaming through September
Just a million lovely things
I always will remember.
from A Family of Poems: My Favorite Poetry for Children
Selected by Caroline Kennedy
Hyperion, 2005
Thursday, October 17, 2019
Following a Favorite Folk Tale (FAMILY magazine reviews)
Explore new variations of a century old (or more) folk tale
that has been charming children and their families for generations. “The Little
Red Hen” is an enchanting and well-known tale
with possibilities for new perspectives. Try these. You can probably come up
with a completely new and different version of your own. Have fun!
The Little Green
Hen by Alison Murray
This irresistible picture book is a playful, environmentally focused variant
of The Little Red Hen. In a retelling with a
twist, the story portrays the green hen as careful caretaker of a
beautifully fruitful apple tree. “She pruned the dead branches. She kept the
pests under control, and she sowed the apple seeds, so more trees and more
apples would grow.”
But once the seedlings sprouted, the
Hen needed help. The peacock, the fox, and the fat ginger cat decline. However,
different from the original version, the dog (who loves sticks), the teensy brown
sparrow (who is partial to pesky bugs), and the squirrel (who buries things
where no one can find them) all agree to help. In gratitude, the orchard is
bountifully productive through spring, summer and fall.
Then comes the rain. The hen and her
friends are safe together in the hollow trunk. The peacock, the fox and the
cat, however, drift across the floodwater on a log together, until they see the
apple tree.
Bright digital illustrations fill the
pages with colorful scenes, expressive faces and hopefulness. Together, the
text and accompanying pictures demonstrate the effect of the flood and the
cleanup necessary. This time when the hen asks for help, the enthusiasm
includes everyone, and the results bring comfort and contentment for all.
Candlewick Press, $16.99
Interest Level: Pre-Kindergarten –
Kindergarten
Manana Iguana
by Ann
Whitford Paul
Illustrated by Ethan Long
In this Southwestern conception of
“The Little Red Hen,” Iguana wants to celebrate
spring with a fiesta on Saturday/sabado. Her friends in this tale, which uses
both English and Spanish language words to tell the story, are delighted about
the party, but not too interested in helping to get ready. Conejo/Rabbit does
things too fast and would spoil them,
Tortuga/Tortoise believes he’s too slow, and Culebra/Snake says he’ll help. . .
manana, when he grows some arms.
Iguana ends up writing the
invitations and delivering them, stuffing the piñata, cooking the food, and
hanging the streamers to decorate, all by herself. When sabado arrives, Coneja,
Tortuga, and Culebra are excited to welcome the guests. But by then Iguana
whips her tail, “NO!” She is grouchy, having made all the preparations by
herself! “Now I …will greet my guests at my fiesta,” she tells them. And she
does.
The three non-helpers watch from the
sidelines as the guests party with Iguana, laughing, eating, breaking the
piñata, and having a generally terrific time at the fiesta.
The watercolor and gouache
illustrations are comic strip funny, with zany expressive large eyes, colorful
southwestern colors and plenty of white space to highlight the action.
When the guests are gone, an
exhausted Iguana goes to sleep. In a change of heart, the previously unwilling
friends decide to surprise her by cleaning up the mess. When Iguana wakes to
see the results, she thanks the three and invites them to help her “eat the
leftovers.” An inclusive conclusion to this satisfying tale.
Holiday House, $7.99 (paperback)
Interest Level: Junior Kindergarten – Grade
3
The Little Red
Fort by Brenda Maier,
illustrations by Sonia Sanchez
Beginning with Ruby’s ideas and a
pile of boards she found, she asks her three brothers to help her build. They
are dismissive, “You don’t know how
to build anything.”
I’ll learn, she tells them. “And she
did.” Just like the Little Red Hen.
When she asks for help drawing the
plans, they all laugh. “‘Not me,’ said Oscar Lee. ‘I don’t think so,’ said
Rodrigo. ‘No way,’ said Jose.” The response is the same when she asks for help
to gather supplies, cut the boards and hammer the nails.
Then, when she asks who wants to play in the fort she has built, with
assistance from her mother and grandmother, all three boys are eager and no
longer busy. “Not so fast,” says Ruby.
Dynamic artwork uses recycled paper,
gouache, charcoal pencil, pen and both traditional and digital brushes, to
capture the female energy, creativity and go-getter positivity of this small
Latina. While the brothers use their energy for ignoring, Ruby stays with it
and the bright colors of her success remind her brothers that despite saying
“We didn’t want to play anyway,” they really did want to play.
Whispering together, they decide to
get to work: Oscar Lee makes a mailbox, Rodrigo plants flowers, and Jose paints
the fort fire engine red. Delighted, Ruby invites them for cookies.
The rhythm and rhyme of the familiar
and repeated lines from the classic tale match the color and movement of the
illustrations perfectly to create this humorous and gender-bending story of
changing stereotypes. (Fort building ideas and an Author’s Note are included at
the end.)
Scholastic, $17.99 (hardcover) $4.99
(paperback in Spanish – El fuertecito rojo)
Interest Level: Junior Kindergarten – Grade
3
Monday, October 14, 2019
Leaves (Monday Poem)
by Elsie N. Brady
How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colours gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly flyl
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.
from Sing a Song of Seasons
A Nature Poem for Each Day of the Year
selected by Fiona Waters
illustrated by Frann Preston-Gannon
Candlewick Press, 2018
How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colours gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly flyl
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.
from Sing a Song of Seasons
A Nature Poem for Each Day of the Year
selected by Fiona Waters
illustrated by Frann Preston-Gannon
Candlewick Press, 2018
Monday, October 7, 2019
The Squirrel (Monday Poem)
Anonymous
Whisky, frisky,
Hippity hop,
Up he goes
To the treetop!
Whirly, twirly,
Round and round,
Down he scampers
To the ground.
Furly, curly,
What a tail!
Tall as a feather
Broad as a sail!
Where's his supper?
In the shell,
Snappity, crackity,
Out it fell!
from Sing a Song of Seasons
A Nature Poem for Each Day of the Year
selected by Fiona Waters
illustrated by Frann Preston-Gannon
Candlewick Press, 2018
Whisky, frisky,
Hippity hop,
Up he goes
To the treetop!
Whirly, twirly,
Round and round,
Down he scampers
To the ground.
Furly, curly,
What a tail!
Tall as a feather
Broad as a sail!
Where's his supper?
In the shell,
Snappity, crackity,
Out it fell!
from Sing a Song of Seasons
A Nature Poem for Each Day of the Year
selected by Fiona Waters
illustrated by Frann Preston-Gannon
Candlewick Press, 2018
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