Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Titles, clockwise from top left:
- A Family of Poems, selected by Caroline Kennedy
- Poems to Learn by Heart, selected by Caroline Kennedy
- The Oxford Treasury of Children's Poems (1994 ed.), selected by Michael Harrison and Christopher Stuart-Clark
- Sing a Song of Popcorn, selected by Beatrice Schenk de Regniers
- The Tree That Time Built, selected by children's poet laureate Mary Ann Hoberman
|Vintage and out-of-print titles. The two on the right include great background information and biographical details.|
Titles, clockwise from top left:
- The Big Golden Book of Poetry, selected by Jane Werner (see previous blog post about this title)
- The Golden Treasury of Poetry, selected by Louis Untermeyer
- The Illustrated Treasury of Poetry for Children, selected by David Ross
- A Child's First Book of Poems, illustrated by Cyndy Szekeres
And here are two very special contemporary poems I first met in the Kennedy-Muth Family book. I think both them might resonate with the readership of this blog.
To P.J. (2 yrs. old. who sed write a poem for me in Portland, Oregon)
by Sonia Sanchez
if i cud ever write a
poem as beautiful as u
i wud laugh, jump, leap
up and touch the stars
cuz u be the poem i try for
each time i pick up a pen and paper
u. and Morani and Mungu
be our blue/blk/stars that
will shine on our lives and
makes us finally BE.
if i cud ever write a poem as beautiful
as u, little 2/yr/old/ brotha,
poetry wud go out of bizness.
by Seamus Heaney
Masons, when they start upon a building,
Are careful to test out the scaffolding;
Make sure that planks won't slip at busy points,
Secure all ladders, tighten bolted joints.
And yet all this comes down when the job's done,
Showing off walls of sure and solid stone.
So if, my dear, there sometimes seems to be
Old bridges breaking between you and me,
Never fear. We may let the scaffolds fall,
Confident that we have built our wall.
Saturday, April 18, 2015
Why I love having a large home library: At 830 on a Saturday night, when kiddo looks up at the stars and wants to know about that killer in the sky, we can pull a variety of works from our shelves and do a mini-unit study on the constellation Orion.
A night long
Across the sky
Orion the hunter
Goes striding by
What is the quarry
Through stars as bright
And thick as dews
And who has heard
His great dog bark
Through the dark?
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Thursday, January 15, 2015
Reading is the pathway
From the dungeon
To the door.
Reading is the highway from
The shadow to the sun
Reading is the river
To your liberty
For all your life to come
Let the river run
Learn to read.
“Choose Your Freedom -- Learn to Read”
by Dr. Maya Angelou, 2002
As published in Rise and Read by Sandra L. Pinkney & Myles C. Pinkney, Scholastic, 2006.
Friday, January 9, 2015
pp 38-39, Raising Lifelong Learners, Calkins
- Stuart Little, by E.B. White
- The Dragonling, by Florence Koller
- Catwings and Catwings Return, by Ursula Le Guin
- Fantastic Mr. Fox and George's Marvelous Machine, by Roald Dahl
- The Hundred Dresses, by Eleanor Estes
- Harry's Mad (and others), by Dick King-Smith
- Matthew and the Sea Singer, by Jill Patton Walsh
- Chocolate Fever, by Robert K. Smith
- A Lion to Guard Us, by Clyde Robert Bulla
- Owls in the Family, by Farley Mowat
- Stone Fox, by John R. Gardiner
Thursday, January 8, 2015
There Was a Child Went Forth
by Walt Whitman
There was a child went forth every day;
And the first object he looked upon, that object he became.
And that object became part of him for the day, or a certain
part of the day, or for many years, or stretching cycles of years:
The early lilacs became part of this child....
And the apple-trees covered with blossoms, and the fruit
afterward, and wood-berries, and the commonest weeds by the road;
And the schoolmistress that passed on her way to the school....
The blow, the quick loud word, the tight bargain, the crafty lure,
The family usages, the language, the company, the furniture
--the yearning and swelling heart....
The doubts of day-time and the doubts of night-time--the
curious whether and how.
Whether that which appears is so, or is it all flashes and specks?
Men and women crowding fast in the streets--if they are
not flashes and specks, what are they?
These became part of that child who went forth every day,
and who now goes, and will always go forth every day.