Thunder Underground by Jane Yolen
A collection of poems the looks into the underground and digs deeper.
Feel The Beat: Dance Poems that Zing from Salsa to Swing by Marilyn Singer
Poems that introduces the reader to different dances that exist in different cultures around the world.
Beauty and the Beast retold by Cynthia Rylant
A tale as old as time retold with an interesting ending.
The Crane Girl adapted by Curtis Manley
A young boy saves a crane and his life is never the same.
Three Billy Goats Gruff by Jerry Pinkney
A new look on an old fable.
Please let me know your thoughts below. Happy reading!
The earth contains many things. The Collections below are poems about the different nuances of the earth. Happy Reading!!!
I love Jack Prelutsky. He has a great sense of humor and a master at playing with words. Here is a selection from I’ve Lost My Hippotamus which is also the title of the poem I am sharing today. Please check out this collection and Jack Prelutsky at your nearest library!
I’ve lost my hippotamus,
The situation’s werid.
One minute she was next to me,
Then poof! she disappeared.
It’s hard to lose a hippo,
For a hipp’s truly huge–
I’m sensing something fishy,
Some unsavory subterfuge.
I’ve searched and searched with no sucess,
I’ve yet to find a clue
To her status or location,
I’m unsure of what to do.
If you spot a hippopotamus
Where usually there’s none,
Please let me know, the odds are good
You’ve found my missing one.
Explore the sea through poetry in this volume by David Elliot, In The Sea
See the sea horse in the sea.
Where else would the sea horse be?
For though it’s dainty as a wish,
the sea horse is, you see, a fish.
Hello Everyone !
Here is a selection from Ubiquitous by Joyce Sidman, a volume that highlights “Nature’s Survivors”. Enjoy!
The Lichen We
(after Siegfried Sassoon’s “Man and Dog”)
Who’s this—alone with stone and sea?
It’s just the lowly Lichen We:
the alga I, the fungus me;
together, blooming quietly.
What do we share–we two together?
A brave indifference to the weather.
A slow but steady growing pace.
Resemblance to both mud and lace.
As we now, so we shall be
(if air clear and water free):
the proud but lowly Lichen We,
cemented for eternity.
In the folktale of Aladdin we see a young boy who finds a lamp and has his wishes granted. This is the perception of a genie that we all have, a being that on command will perform any task that we require of it. Today’s poem selection “The Genie In The Flask”, from Every Thing On It by Shel Silverstein we see a genie in a different light. Enjoy!
The Genie In The Flask
I opened up that magic flask,
And zoof, up popped a genie.
I thought he’d be my slave, but no–
This genie is a meanie.
instead of filling every wish
And doing all my bidding,
He says that I must be his slave,
And oh, He isn’t kidding.
I sweat and cough with no days off
From Tuesdays until Mondays.
I cook his beans and scrub his back
And wash his yucky undies
And sweep and paint–this surely ain’t
The magic I was hopin’.
I guess in life it all depends
Which magic flask you open.
Today’s poetry selection comes from Comets, Stars, The Moon, and Mars by Douglas Florian. If you work with kids, one of the most popular subjects besides dinosaurs is space. There is something about the stars, and the universe that attracts our youngsters. In this volume, Florian takes on the subject of space through poetry. Enjoy !
The universe is every place,
Including all the e m p t y space.
It’s every star and galaxy,
All objects of astronomy,
(Each cat and dog and bumblebee),
All persons throughout history–
I am a Jack Prelutsky fan. His poems are humorous and well written. The Frogs Wore Red Suspenders does not disappoint. Here is a poem from this collection that I enjoyed.
The Frogs Wore Red Suspenders
The frogs wore red suspenders
and the pigs wore purple vests,
as they sang to all the chickens
and the ducks upon their nests.
They croaked and oinked a serenade,
the ducks and chickens sighed,
then laid enormous spangled eggs,
and quaked and clucked with pride.
Happy National Poetry Month !
April is National Poetry Month and to celebrate I will share a poem that I have used in bookmarks for the library everytime the seasons change. It is from Seasons by Charlotte Zolotow and Illustrated by Erik Blegvad. Zolotow starts with Winter and ends with Fall. The poems are simple, and poignant. The book of poems are a great tool to introduce children to the concept of seasons and poetry. Blegvad’s illustrations brings to life the emotions and thoughts written in each poem. Enjoy!
The Little Seed
The little seed
that blew here
and tucked into our grass
is not the seed anymore