Are you going out for walks in your neighbourhood? Do you add anything to your walks to make them interesting? Next time, try being a Twinkletoes…
When the sun
Shines through the leaves of the apple-tree,
When the sun
Makes shadows of the leaves of the apple-tree,
Then I pass
On the grass
From one leaf to another,
From one leaf to its brother
Tip-toe, tip-toe!
Here I go!
by A. A. Milne
The sun has gone behind the clouds today and I’m seeking a bit of coziness. Shel Silverstein to the rescue! Even if you don’t have a tree house (or even a backyard), you can still create a cozy nook for reading, writing, drawing snoozing, and being peaceful. Climb on into your spot and read or listen to some poetry!
A tree house, a free house
A secret you and me house,
A high up in the leafy branches
Cozy as can be house.
A street house, a neat house,
Be sure to wipe your feet house
Is not my kind of house at all–
Let’s go live in a tree house.
by Shel Silverstein
These poems are all about nature–weather in particular. I find these three poems very good at creating imagery. I would love to see different illustrations of these pieces. If you send me your drawings, I will post them on the blog later on.
White sheep, white sheep
On a blue hill,
When the wind stops
You all stand still.
When the wind blows
You walk away slow
White sheep, white sheep,
Where do you go?
by Christina Rossetti
Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.
The rain makes running pools in the gutter.
The rain plays a little sleep-song on our roof at night.
And I love the rain.
by Langston Hughes
If sunlight fell like snowflakes,
gleaming yellow and so bright,
we cold build a sunman,
we could have a sunball fight,
we could watch the sunflakes
drifting in the sky.
We could go sleighing
in the middle of July
through sundrifts and sunbanks,
we could ride a sunmobile,
and we could touch sunflakes–
I wonder how they’d feel.
by Frank Asch
All three of these poets are well known. Christina Rossetti and Langston Hughes are famous poets. Christina Rossetti lived in England from 1830-1894 and Langston Hughes lived in the United States from 1902-1967. Frank Asch is a well-known American author of picture books. He was born in 1946 and is still alive and writing books.
I have written already this month about some of the ways poetry and music work together. Here is a way that you can start to experiment with performance and musicality, without having to worry about coming up with the words yourself.
Find a book in your house that you already know pretty well. You can practice speaking the words in a confident and constant rhythm on your own. Once you can keep up a steady beat, go find a backup track on youtube or soundcloud and try performing your text to the beat!
I definitely want to hear what you come up with. You can post it to your class team or email me (cbrogan AT vsb.bc.ca)
*Don’t forget to credit the people who originally created the words and beats you choose to use. You can see the credit given if you look below the video on the youtube page.
Today is the day we are really getting into our online teaching and learning at Quilchena. It’s going to be unlike any school any of us have ever done. Some parts will be hard. Other parts will be joyful. We are here together and will be together until the end.
The mind dances
when the body lets it
And when the body cannot
the mind dances within
But sometimes they move together
and together sway
and fly together
and dance and sing
And then it is indeed
on enchanting thing
Today let’s share part of a very long poem that was written a loooong time ago.
Walt Whitman was an American Poet who lived in the 19th century. He was born May 31, 1819 and died March 26, 1892.
People consider Leaves of Grass is finest work, and a important piece of literature from this period in American history. He worked on it his entire life: it was first published in 1855 and he revised and added to it over six subsequent editions, the last being published only a few months before his death.
The words of the true poems give you more than poems,
They give you to form for yourself poems, religions, politics, war,
peace, behavior, histories, essays, daily life, and every thing else,
They balance ranks, colors, races, creeds, and the sexes,
They do not seek beauty, they are sought,
Forever touching them or close upon them follows beauty, longing,
fain, love-sick.
They prepare for death, yet are they not the finish, but rather the outset,
They bring none to his or her terminus or to be content and full,
Whom they take they take into space to behold the birth of stars, to
learn one of the meanings,
To launch off with absolute faith, to sweep through the ceaseless
rings and never be quiet again.
Is this how poetry comes to you? I love reading how writers describe the act of writing.
It comes blundering over the
Boulders at night, it stays
Frightened outside the
Range of my campfire
I go to meet it at the
Edge of the light.
by Gary Snyder
I know that you have all been worried about how you will complete the Quilchena Reading Challenges now that you don’t have access to our library. Well, never fear!
I am happy to announce that I have secured a small discount of 10% for all Quilchena Readers at Book Warehouse (both the W Broadway & Main st locations.) You can call or go online and choose your books and they will get them ready for you to pick up. They are also allowing one family at a time in the children’s /YA section (but better to not browse right at the moment. Talk to me in your Class Team if you need suggestions of what to read.)
When you pay for your books, simply tell the cashier that you are from Quilchena and are doing the Quilchena Reading Challenge and they will apply your discount (you can use this discount for reading material other than the challenges too.)
You may also be aware, but there are other local bookstores that are being pretty great right now too: Pulp Fiction Books and Massy Books both have free delivery anywhere in Vancouver, and Iron Dog Books is a great new store that has a great selection (including puzzles) and can schedule pick up times like Book Warehouse.
I have a book called Book Speak: poems about books by Laura Purdie Salas, illustrated by Josée Biasaillon. I met the author once upon a time and got the book signed!
Here are a few of my favourites:
If a tree falls in the forest
with no ear to hear its fall,
does it make a crackling thunder
or descend in silent sprawl?
If a book remains unopened
and no reader turns its page,
does it still embrace a story
or trap words inside a cage?
Describe you desires and they become mine.
I‘m a treasure box where feelings can shine.
All thinkers need pages where dreams can take flight.
Reveal all.
Your secrets, one entry per night.
I swallow up dragons and
cannons and
wars.
I don’t fear old mansions
with slow, creaking
doors.
I quite like the dark–
murky midnight’s no
threat.
The one thing I fear
is the feeling of–
wet!
When puddles attack me or
raindrops are
springkled,
they leave me quite soggy–
they turn me all
wrinkled!
This poem is written to address parents. It is also my wish for you all right now. Poetry has the amazing ability to hold us in a moment and give us the space we need to breathe and see our world a little more clearly.
“Do not ask your children to strive” by William Martin
Do not ask your children
to strive for extraordinary lives.
Such striving may seem admirable,
but it is the way of foolishness.
Help them instead to find the wonder
and the marvel of an ordinary life.
Show them the joy of tasting
tomatoes, apples and pears.
Show them how to cry
when pets and people die.
Show them the infinite pleasure
in the touch of a hand.
And make the ordinary come alive for them.
The extraordinary will take care of itself.