Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Better clean it out......




The Bag Bites Back


Today I was swallowed up whole by my bag,
I was awfully angry and terribly mad!
I had only gone in there to fetch out a book,
But quick as a flash it gobbled my foot!

I tried to resist but the bag carried on,
My foot, then my leg, then my belly had gone!
Slowly it gulped straight up to my neck,
Then nothing was left, not even a speck!

Well that was last Thursday and I'm still in here,
And the moral of this is now ever so clear.
Clean out your bag everyday with resolve,
Or the sandwich that lurks there will start to evolve!
©2003 Gareth Lancaster

Enjoy your day!

Frankenstein Makes a Sandwhich - Book Review


                                                      "Every single soul is a poem."
                                                       
                                                              -Michael Franti


Title:  Frankenstein Makes a Sandwhich

Author and Illustrator:  Adam Rex

About the Author:
Adam Rex
Illustrator
Adam Rex is an American illustrator and author of children's books living in Tucson, Arizona. Wikipedia
BornMay 16, 1973 (age 39), Dayton
AwardsJack Gaughan Award for Best Emerging ArtistCybils Awards for Fantasy & Science Fiction -- Middle Grade
NominationsDorothy Canfield Fisher Children's Book Award




Adam has penned 19 very hilarious poems delving into the secret lives of Monsters.  His rhyming monster vignettes are funny but not scary.  The vocabulary level is high and the book best be read by an adult. The content will have both kids and adults alike laughing out loud.  

Some people are born with great talents and Adam Rex is one of those people.  He has created a Monster book with heart so you come out the back cover with a not only a sense of great entertainment but an affection for each Monster that he portrayed.  You actually feel bad for the poor Creature of the Black Lagoon suffering from a tummy ache because he didn't wait an hour before going in for a swim after eating lunch.  Dracula's has to visit the scariest monster of all....the dentist!  The soft hearted Yeti is very sensitive and is constantly being mistaken for stinky ol' Bigfoot.   There are lessons along the way about treating others nicely and cleaning up after yourself, and how to fit in even if you are "freakish" and feel out of place. The illustrations are big, bold and excellent.  Along the way he pays homage from Charles Shultz to John James Audobon. The book is creative and very, very funny!  




Book Review Rating:  9 (close to perfection)

Read on and read always!  Have a wonderful day.

Monday, April 29, 2013

Smart teacher...


My teacher took my iPod.
She said they had a rule;
I couldn't bring it into class
or even to the school.

She said she would return it;
I'd have it back that day.
But then she tried my headphones on
and gave a click on Play.

She looked a little startled,
but after just a while
she made sure we were occupied
and cracked a wicked smile.

Her body started swaying.
Her toes began to tap.
She started grooving in her seat
and rocking to the rap.

My teacher said she changed her mind.
She thinks it's now okay
to bring my iPod into class.
She takes it every day.
--Kenn Nesbitt

Rock on teacher!!!   

Have an awesome day everyone!

A Monster Wrote Me A Letter - book review



              "I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty."
                                                           - Edgar Allan Poe




We still have National Poetry Month for a few more days. I will be featuring rhymes until the calendar hits the month of "May."






                                                  Author and Illustrator:  Nick Bland



A boy accidentally received a letter from a monster inviting himself over to play.  The boy, afraid to offend, accepts the invitation.  The monster's original letter was intended for his cousin, who lives under the boys bed.  Both monster and child prepare for the visit each coming up with ways that they think will help live up to each other's expectations.  The boy tries to add some gross factor to himself and his home, while the monster is concerned with his grooming....

"My fingernails will need some file.  I haven't bathed in quite a while. I'll take a bath. I'll learn to smile.  I'll comb my hair in "people" style.

The visit turns all their worries and anxieties into a great friendship between the unlikely two.

The illustrations are elegant black and white pencil accented with colour throughout. This charming story is cute, fun and written in rhyme  It is a story begging to be read over and over again.

The book won the CBCA Notable Picture Book of the Year - 2006

Other books by the author:  I Lost My Kisses, The Magnificent Tree, The Runaway Hug, The Aunties Three, Twinkle HB, Donald Loves Drumming, Some Dads, The Very Cranky Bear, The Very Hungry Bear, The Very Itchy Bear, The Wrong Book and Aussie Jingle Bells.

About the Author:     

  


Nick was born on a farm in the Australian Yarra Valley in 1973.  He is the son of an artist and a primary school teacher.  He spent his early childhood climbing haystacks and making mischief in his father's studio.  He moved to "the bush" at the age of 6 and he discovered a wonderful new world and his creativity bloomed.  He always told his family and friends he was going to be a cartoonist and writer.  In 1996 he stumbled upon a bookshop job and he finally found the medium that would bring these two loves together.  Untrained, he spent the next couple of years reading every picture book that hit the shelves and began honing his style as a storyteller and illustrator.  He lives in tropical Darwin, where he works as a guardian for 120 aboriginal boys who board nearby.  He loves both of his jobs and hopes to combine them in the near future.  




Book Review Rating:   9  ( Close to perfection!)

Read on and read always!

  














Sunday, April 28, 2013

Daffodils...a sure sign of Spring


Daffodils by William Wordsworth

Daffodils


I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside a lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay;
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee.
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed, and gazed, but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought;

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude:
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

-William Wordsworth





They were returning from a visit to their friends Thomas and Catherine Clarkson, who lived on the shore of Ullswater, the second largest lake in England's district, a beautiful deep lake, nine miles long, surrounded by mountains.

Dorothy wrote in her journal:  "when we were in the woods beyond Gowbarrow park we saw a few daffodils close to the water side. We fancied that the lake had floated the seeds ashore and that the little colony had so sprung up.  But as we went along there were more and yet more and at last under the boughs of the trees, we saw that there was a long belt of them along the shore, about the breadth of a country turnpike road.  I never saw daffodils so beautiful . They grew among the mossy stones about and about them, some rested their heads upon these stones as a pillow for weariness and the rest tossed and reeled and danced and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the lake, they looked so gay ever glancing every changing."

William was impressed by the daffodils too, but William didn't write anything about for at least two years, maybe more.  No one is sure when he wrote the poem "I wander'd lonely as a cloud," but it was published in 1807.  Not only did Wordsworth probably reference Dorothy's journal for inspiration, but his wife Mary came up with two lines:  "They flash upon that inward eye/Which is the bliss of solitude."  William said they were the best lines in the poem.

Enjoy your Sunday!

Read on and read always!






















Saturday, April 27, 2013

A bonus



Mrs. Mitchell's Underwear



Mrs. Mitchell's underwear
Is dancing on the line;
Mrs. Mitchell's underwear
Has never looked so fine.


Mrs. Mitchell's hates to dance
She says its not refined.
But Mrs. Mitchell's underwear
Is prancing on the line.


With a polk-dotted polka
And a tangled tango too,
Mrs. Mitchell's underwear
is like a frill zoo!


-Dennis Lee

Enjoy and best on your Saturday!

Happy Saturday morning



The Island of Lost Socks

If you look down in your washing machine
you'll probably see a trap door.
It's actually been there.
You just never saw it before.

It's easy to find your way through.
You just open it with three knocks.
And behind it you'll find a river that leads
to the Island of Lost Socks.

The natives of this island
are the socks that got away
from the awful, terrible life
of smelling feet all day.

Now they run around in the sunshine
enjoying magnificent views,
and knowing they'll never again
have to fill anybody's shoes.

They never get holes, runs or snags.
They never get sold at half price.
They always are warm and fresh smelling,
'Cause this is sock paradise.

So the next time you notice a few of your socks
have vanished without a trace,
don't bother to look in the laundry,
'cause they're in a much happier place.

c. 1998, Arden Davidson


Enjoy your Saturday.

Read on and read always!

Friday, April 26, 2013

What is the most popular lullaby ever? Friday trivia for you.....


The lullaby "Rock-a-bye Baby" is perhaps the most famous lullaby throughout all of history.  It was originally entitled , "Hush-a-bye Baby." This poem was thought to be written in American dating back to the 1500's.

Did you know that there are two different lyrics for this poem?

1.  Rock-a-bye baby on the tree top
     When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
     When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
     And down will go baby, cradle and all.

2.  (Found in Real Mother Goose, 1916)

     Rock-a-bye baby, the cradle is green
     Father's a nobleman, mothers a queen
     And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring
     And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king.

There are three theories has to how it originated .... interested?

1. American- A pilgrim came upon a Native American and saw the way she suspended her baby from a tree in a birch bark cradle.  The wind was to sway the cradle thus putting the baby to sleep.  However what if the branch broke?

2.  English - The poem refers to a family called Kenyon's.  Kenyon's had a tree house  within a huge yew tree.  Kenyan had eight children and had hollowed out one bough to be a cradle for the children. The Yew tree was thought to be at least 2000 years old.  It still stands today but has been damaged by vandalism by fire during the 1930's.

and....

3.  This theory refers to the baby as King James 11 of England.  King James 11 was believed to be a child who was smuggled into the birthing room in order to be recognized as the legitimate heir of James.  The wind is referred to as William 111 of England (William of Orange) who disposed of James 11 during the revolution.  Finally, the cradle would be the house of Stuart Monarchy.

Enjoy your day and please do not put your child is a bough today for his/her nap.


Hush! A Thai Lullaby-Book Review

Quote of the day.......

Breathe in experience, breathe-out poetry!


 "Hush! A Thai Lullaby" is one of the best nap time books, adding flavour and fun to the familiar theme of animals.  Written in lilting verse and fabulous, bold coloured, whimsical pictures the story tells of a mother from a village in rural Thailand and her struggle to get her little boy to sleep.  Just when she puts her baby down in the house to sleep, it seems the whole animal world becomes wide awake.  The Mother is constantly hushing the disturbers until she, exhausted falls asleep at the windowsill and Baby?  Well that is the fun part.  There is lots of rhyming and repetition making the book entertaining to read out loud.  The fabulous illustrations are excellent and the pictures illuminate the dress, environment and weather of the country perfectly.  Caldecott Medal winner for 1996.


Excerpt:  " Hush! Who's that beeping the pond?
                 ' Ghap-ghap!'  'Ghap-ghap!'
                  A glossy white duck. White duck. White duck! don't come beeping.
                  Can't you see that Baby's sleeping?
                  White duck, white duck, don't you cry
                   My baby's sleeping right nearby."



About the author:

Minfong Ho is an award-winning Chinese-American writer.  Her works frequently deal with lives of people living in poverty in Southeast Asian countries.

She was born Jan.7, 1951 (62) Yangon, has a son Danfung Dennis and was educated at Cornell University,  Tunghai University.





About the illustrator:


Holly illustrates children's books by creating collages.  She first designs a sketch she likes and is satisfied with then she cuts or tears coloured paper and puts the pieces together to form pictures.  Finally, she adds detail to the shapes with ink, paint, or coloured pencil.  The hardest part is making the sketches, she says. "They involve answering a lot of important questions, like what to take from the text to the picture, what to add to the picture that's not in the text, how to compose the picture in the most exciting and pleasing way, how to stay true to the spirit of the story."


Read on and read always!

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Thursday, April 25, 2013

Book Review - The After Girls




Book review: The After Girls
Author: Leah Konen

Three teenage girlfriends, Ella, Astrid and Sydney, are always together, are always there for each other....always!  Or so they thought.  A terrible tragedy breaks that bond when Astrid commits suicide. Her friends are blindsided by her action, stunned and riddled with guilt. A paralyzing confusion and a loss of motivation overwhelms them, and they become unable to move on with their own lives after Astrid’s death. Then, a supernatural happening enables them to find out why Astrid would commit an act that is so desperate and final. 

The story exposes the raw, deep pain of losing a best friend, and the unbearable struggle when left behind. The pain that the girls experience as they try to get their lives back on track amidst the grief and sorrow is a prominent theme in this book. Some life lessons that can be gleaned from the storyline are: first, all life is temporary.  Second, we must learn to celebrate our friendships as a special gift given to us for a season.  Third, we must dwell on the love, laughter and special memories that are created by having that friend in our life.  Finally, fourth, life is very, very precious and once it is gone....you can never retrieve it.  

This is a well-written and thought-provoking book.  I am sure you will enjoy the read. 








An apartment to rent....



Apartment For Rent...


One room, up-tower, furnished, neat.
The low, low rent cannot be beat.
Has awesome view of Castle Bay.
Installed a ladder yesterday
That's strong with rungs of golden hair-
No other like it anywhere.
Have not seen my last tenant since
She fled and wed a handsome prince.  


"Exerpts from the Fairy Tale Files"

Enjoy!



Mirror Mirror: A Book of Reversible Verse



                "Poets are soldiers that liberate words from the steadfast possession of definition."
                                                      
                                                                 - Eli Khamarov    

           
This book is a must-have in my humble opinion.  The author is Marilyn Singer and Josee Massee is the illustrator.  It is recommended for kids ages 5-8.

Each two page spread features a decorative illustrated scene from a familiar fairy tale on one side, and the "reverse" poem on the other.  This book is so cleverly crafted with the reversible verses read from the characters point of view in one direction, and from a completely different character's perspective in the other.  Snow White takes the apple/ the Queen gives it.  Jack and the Giant, Red Riding Hood and the wolf...you understand now don't you? Each poem is readable both frontwards and backwards, with each line acting as its own unit. The poem means one thing on the way down and another on the way back up.

An example comes from Marilyn herself:

Isn't
This
A Fairy tale?

VS

The Fairy tale
This
Isn't....

Each poem is illustrated with vibrant, colourful images - happy vs sad, good vs evil, or just different character's stories.

This book is witty, irreverent, and charming.  It is utterly unique holding a mirror up to language and fairy tales and renewing the fun and magic in both.

The book is best read aloud by a trained reader capable of creating flow in poems.  It is a multiple award winning book and is brilliant.










About the author:

Marilyn Singer was born in New York, New York, USA in October 03, 1948.  She was born in the Bronx and attended Queen's college, City University of New York, and for her junior year, Reading University, England.  She holds a B.A. in English from Queens and an M.A. in Communications from NewYork University.  Her first book was published in 1976 entitled, "The Dog Who Insisted He Wasn't."  Since then she has published over 70 books for children and Young Adults.  She has many awards.  She lives in Brooklyn, New York with her husband Steve and a variety of pets.  She enjoys dog training, reading, hiking bird-watching, gardening, meditation, playing computer adventure games and going to the movies and theatre.  She is also a major Star Trek fan.  




Book review rating:   9  (close to perfection)

Read on and read always! 

sigue leyendo y leer siempre  (Spanish)

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Your daily poem vitamin

Benson Baxter Brought His Bowling Ball

With a basketball, a bowling ball,
and baseball bat he came.
He had golf clubs, cleats and catcher's mitts
to help him in the game.

He had Rollerblades and elbow pads
with climbing ropes and straps,
plus athletic shorts and running shoes
to race a couple laps.

He was schlepping all his scuba gear,
his snorkel and his mask.
He had suitable accessories
for nearly any task.

He had helmets, hats and headgear.
He had uniforms galore.
Why, he even brought the costume
of a Spanish matador.

But though Benson Baxter came prepared
for almost every sport,
he forgot his tennis racquet,
so they threw him off the court.

  --Kenn Nesbitt
Copyright © 2001 Kenn Nesbitt. All Rights Reserved.

Enjoy.
Check out Kenn Nesbitt's website. Just an excellent assortment of kids poems for you and your little ones to have fun with.  

This book is precious. Button Up



Poetry is the art of creating
imaginary gardens with real
toads.
         - Marianne Moore











Author:  Alice Schertle
Illustrator:  Petra Mathers

This is a darling of a book and your little ones will be thrilled that clothes can actually talk to them.  The collection of 15 poems will surely tickle their funny bones as you read aloud the story.  The varied  tones range from Mr. Cool "Bertie's Shoelaces," starring a super-hip ferret having a fashionable tufted purple Mohawk and completed with a pair of awesome shades.  ("We're hang loose laces and/ we don't do bows?" they cry).

"Wanda's Swimsuit" ("Ready, set, jump? / Scrunch up small -/ Look out down below- / CANNONBALL!"/

Your child will learn from "Violet's Hiking Hat " (I'm taking a hike with Violet/ Violet's showing me things." 'Hat, ' says Violet, 'there's a caboose./ These are butterfly wings'").

This song in the rain poem by galoshes is great. "The Song Harvey's Galoshes" ("When it's raining Harvey always puts us on, / puts us on, / we're together when the sunny weather's gone, / weather's gone").

Then there is beautiful, nostalgic "Hand-me-down Sweatshirt:"  "I started out Wendell's / was passed down to May, / she passed me to Karly, / I'm Andrew's today..." and ....

My all time favourite is one I wish I had known when I was a kindergarten teacher called, "Bill's Blue Jacket." "Arm in the left sleeve, /arm in the right. / Button up! Button up! /  TIGHT!" "Everybody clap your hands, /everybody shout, / Bill's got his jacket on, /  LET'S GO OUT!" This is a brilliant collection of energized poetry crying out to be shared. Giggles are free!




Book Review Rating:  8  (Fantastic!)

Read on and read always!

Citiţi şi citiţi întotdeauna  (Romanian)


Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Poem of the day



Seasons of trees

In spring
The trees
Are a beautiful sight
Dressed in blossom
Pink and white.

In summer 
The trees 
Are full of treats
Apples and pears
And cherries to eat.

In autumn
The trees
Are red and gold
And the leaves fall down
As the days grow cold.

In winter
The trees
Are bare and plain
waiting for spring
To dress them again.

- Julie Holden

Have a wonderful rhyming day.....Blessings!





Red Sings from the Treetops, a year in colours book review

Quote of the day......

Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as they are not familiar.      
                         - Percy Bysshe Shelley (1840)





Author:  Joyce Sidman
Illustrator: Pamela Zagarenski
Recommended ages:  3-6

This book is a Caldecott Award Honor book for 2010.  It contains twenty-eight poems, vibrant imagery and colours that are personified.  The lyrical poetry on each page features beautiful illustrations paired with Sidman's brief, evocative poems. The book begins and ends with the colour red.  The playful text describes the seasons by their colour.  The words stimulate your senses and the free verse explores a delightful and artistic way that the different colours present themselves in each season of the year.  Red is an angular character attired in a crown and robe that enters different seasons with her dog, who also sports a crown.

The season Spring:  "Red sings/from treetops.../each note dropping/like a cherry/in my ear." Green "peeks from the buds," and Yellow "slips goldfinches their spring jackets." The language and rhymn is wonderful.

 The Summer season:  Yellow melts/everything it touches.../smells like butter/tastes like salt.

The illustrations are artistically unique, full of detail and surprise. The patterns, textures, and colours are light and playful.   For example, the texture on a tree is actually the word "tree" repeated over and over again.


About the illustrator:  Caldecott Honor Medalist Pamela Zagarenski is a brilliant painter of many worlds.  As well as illustrating picture books, she creates sculptures and large paintings, which can be viewed at an art gallery in Mystic, Conneticut.  She divides her time between Stonington, Conneticut and her house on Prince Edward Island.






Book review rating:  9  (close to perfection)

Read on and read always!

Lesen Sie weiter und lesen immer!   (German)

Monday, April 22, 2013

Happy Earth Day! Think Green today!!!


 How can we celebrate "Earth Day" any better than with a poem  from Shel Silverstein.  Enjoy!









SARAH CYNTHIA SYLVIA STOUT WOULD NOT TAKE THE GARBAGE OUT (Silverstein) Shel Silverstein - 1969 Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would not take the garbage out! She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans, Candy the yams and spice the hams, And though her daddy would scream and shout, She simply would not take the garbage out. And so it piled up to the ceilings: Coffee grounds, potato peelings, Brown bananas, rotten peas, Chunks of sour cottage cheese. It filled the can, it covered the floor, It cracked the window and blocked the door With bacon rinds and chicken bones, Drippy ends of ice cream cones, Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel, Gloopy glumps of cold oatmeal, Pizza crusts and withered greens, Soggy beans and tangerines, Crusts of black burned buttered toast, Gristly bits of beefy roasts... The garbage rolled on down the hall, It raised the roof, it broke the wall... Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs, Globs of gooey bubble gum, Cellophane from green baloney, Rubbery blubbery macaroni, Peanut butter, caked and dry, Curdled milk and crusts of pie, Moldy melons, dried-up mustard, Eggshells mixed with lemon custard, Cold French fries and rancid meat, Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat. At last the garbage reached so high That finally it touched the sky. And all the neighbors moved away, And none of her friends would come to play. And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said, "OK, I'll take the garbage out!" But then, of course, it was too late... The garbage reached across the state, From New York to the Golden Gate. And there, in the garbage she did hate, Poor Sarah met an awful fate, That I cannot right now relate Because the hour is much too late. But children, remember Sarah Stout And always take the garbage out!





Read on and read in rhyme! Enjoy your day!

"Once Upon a Twice" book review....you are going to love it!



                                                    The poet doesn't invent. He listens.
                                                                 *Jean Cocteau






I fell in love with this book for many different reasons.  The creative writing of the story in rhyme, is gorgeous, the eery illustrations and the imagination of the author is a delight to experience.

The author, Denise Doyer directed children's t.v. for Disney and took a sabbatical to raise her two sons, Paul and Max.  "But I'm a writer at heart," she says, so when my boys hit that age when they pretend they don't have mothers, I went back to school to study writing for children."  She lives in Pacific Palisades, California with her family.  Once Upon a Twice is her first book.

The brilliant illustrator, Barry Moser says it simply: "Once Upon a Twice is a delight."  The book, with its moon character, seemed made for him.  "All my life I have been fascinated with the moon," Mr. Moser explains, "and have made lots and lots of pictures of it. I never tire of watching its passing phases and its seeming playfulness among the clouds as it makes its way across the starry sky."









Some have compared this book to Lewis Carol's, Jabberwocky.  The words are crafted so wonderfully well, a mixture of sound and true words that are a delight to read alone or out loud.  Some examples of these wordplays are:  "whisipercroons," "riskarascal,"  and "scritchscrambles."  Despite the creative, imaginative language, the story rolls off your tongue like a drum roll.

The swamp at night is a dark and dangerous place to be, but Jam Boy refuses to listen to his elder's advice and heads off anyway to explore what all the fuss is about.  He is portrayed stubborn, careless, strong, and brave by the author.   Even so, you can't help pulling for the little guy when the chips are down.

Colour is imperative in this story.  The darkness of the swamp contrasted to the moon's illumination is perfect.  You get pulled into the night along with Jam as you read on in the story.  The colours create mood and ambiance.  The marriage of art and words is stunning.  Nonsense words match with illustrations that have been somewhat of a serious quality.  I know you will be thrilled with this book.  Can I give you a suggestion?  Buy two copies, one for you and one for a gift.









Book review scale:   9   (close to perfection)

Read on and read always!

Читать и читать всегда  (Russian)

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Happy Sunday to you!



I love this poet from Ireland.  He is fun, witty and every poem that I have read, that he has penned, has made me laugh.   His wordplay is exceptional. Great job.  Kids will truly love his style and his quirky messages.  Enjoy!  Read on and read always.


Scatterpillars
by
Stephen W. Cahill


I met a scatterpillar 
on a quiet country road. 
He flashed a grin, a cheeky wink 
and turned into a toad! 

He hopped and hopped. I pleaded "Stop!" 
so I could ask him why 
he hadn’t changed himself into 
a pretty butterfly. 

"Because," he said, "I love to hop." 
but when he saw the lake 
he speedily transformed into 
a slippy slidey snake. 

He slithered to the water's edge. 
Again I questioned why 
he hadn’t changed himself into 
a pretty butterfly. 

"Because," he said, "I love to slide." 
Then whooosh! He was a fish. 
He slipped into the water 
where he thrashy splashy splished. 

He swerved with verve. He swimmy swam. 
I hollered to him why 
he hadn’t changed himself into 
a pretty butterfly. 

"Because," he said, "I love to swim." 
And when he reached the shore 
became a nutty squirrel, 
and off he went once more. 

He scurried up the nearest tree 
and still I wondered why 
he hadn’t changed himself into 
a pretty butterfly. 

"Because," he said, "I love to climb." 
He glanced up at the sky.. 
"Aha!", I said, "At last you’ll be 
a pretty butterfly." 

But no, he said, "I feel today 
a butterfly’s too small." 
and grew into a dragon 
that was twenty meters tall! 

Away up high into the sky 
he twirled and swirled and flew 
then swooped back down 
and scooped me up, and that was when I knew: 

When scatterpillars shed their skin, 
whatever one expects, 
adventure isn’t far away. 
Imagine what comes next.. 

©Stephen W. Cahill. All rights reserved.


Saturday, April 20, 2013

A poem by Shel Silverstein...my favourite poet of all

Shel Silverstein
Poet
Sheldon Allan "Shel" Silverstein, was an American poet, singer-songwriter, cartoonist, screenwriter and author of children's books. He styled himself as Uncle Shelby in his children's books. Wikipedia
BornSeptember 25, 1930, Chicago
DiedMay 10, 1999, Key West
AwardsGrammy Award for Best Country SongMore
Songs
Sick1976Where the Sidewalk Ends
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too1976Where the Sidewalk Ends
Crocodile's Toothache1976Where the Sidewalk Ends
A Boy Named Sue1968Boy Named Sue and His Other Country Songs
Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage Out
I Got Stoned and I Missed It
A Light in the Attic1985A Light in the Attic
Smart1976Where the Sidewalk Ends
Whatif1985A Light in the Attic
The Unicorn1962Inside Folk Songs
For Sale1976Where the Sidewalk Ends
Freakin' at the Freakers Ball1972Freakin' at the Freakers Ball
Picture Puzzle Piece1985A Light in the Attic
Boa Constrictor1962Inside Folk Songs









The Crocodile's ToothacheThe Crocodile's ToothacheThe Crocodile's Toothache

      The Crocodile
      Went to the dentist
      And sat down in the chair,
      And the dentist said, "Now tell me, sir,
      Why does it hurt and where?"
      And the Crocodile said, "I'll tell you the truth,
      I have a terrible ache in my tooth,"
      And he opened his jaws so wide, so wide,
      The the dentist, he climbed right inside,
      And the dentist laughed, "Oh isn't this fun?"
      As he pulled the teeth out, one by one.
      And the Crocodile cried, "You're hurting me so!
      Please put down your pliers and let me go."
      But the dentist laughed with a Ho Ho Ho,
      And he said, "I still have twelve to go-
      Oops, that's the wrong one, I confess,
      But what's one crocodile's tooth more or less?"
      Then suddenly, the jaws went SNAP,
      And the dentist was gone, right off the map,
      And where he went one could only guess...
      To North or South or East or West...
      He left no forwarding address.
      But what's one dentist, more or less?
      -Shel Silverstein