Dragons Under My Bed

Search This Blog

Spring

on May 14, 2020

Get link
Facebook
X
Pinterest
Email
Other Apps

Merry be the child in May,

Who whittles the hours,

With flowers,

And play.

Jolly be the child in June,

Who romps,

In the woods,

To the Robin's tune.

Poetry

Get link
Facebook
X
Pinterest
Email
Other Apps

Comments

Vikingane

Today we baked viking bread and celebrated the Feast of the Ascension. We're still enjoying our morning walks and our new baby. And our new baby is giving us faces other than frowns. So that's exciting. The older kids did Recitation today and in case you're thinking, "Recitation, that sounds fancy." I assure you, it is not. It could be, but I let my kids pick what they learn to recite and this week it includes two Shel Silverstein poems, one about forgetting to put pants on and the other about a snowball "wetting the bed". We're all class over here. I have recently discovered Arthur Guiterman, who is currently my new favorite poet. Here is a small sampling of his work- The tusks which clashed in mighty brawls Of mastodons, are billiard balls. The sword of Charlemagne the Just Is Ferric Oxide, known as rust. The grizzly bear, whose potent hug, Was feared by all, is now a rug. Great Caesar's bust is on the shelf, And I don...

All Work and No Play

Summer has been cancelled. I love to take field trips. This time last year and the year before, I loaded up our twelve seater van and drove two and half hours to see history come alive. This year, the event is cancelled. So, I'm working. But it's not all dull as laundry. I'm really, really excited about a project I've been working on. Here's a blurb and video about it. A is for Apple? Not anymore! Enjoy a preview of An Alliterative Alphabet. A collaboration between author Ley Wire and illustrator Mad Minimalist to bring kids and parents (and teachers!) what they really want- a unique, creative and occasionally creepy tour through the alphabet. An Alliterative Alphabet

Wildflowers

I don't typically write non-rhyming poetry, but sometimes I do... Wildflowers By: Ley Wire Some children grow like shrubbery, They're pruned and shaped Some children grow like roses, They are beautiful, but sharp Some children grow like daffodils, Their sunny spring is short Some children grow like wildflowers, They flourish in nature, but fade when domesticated.

Powered by Blogger

Spring

Comments

Post a Comment