Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Giant (after reading Douglas Florian's "Giant" in Laugh-eteria)

from Jack and the Bean Stalk
Giants are just lonely guys.
Step up behind one and give a surprise--
Shout out to him, Hooray!, then slap his hand-- high five.
Invite him roller skating, then from a plane sky- dive!
If you're dropping too fast, he can hold out his mitt,
and catch you in air quick as a wit, then smile --
which will help to lessen his cares,
(a hedge- trimmer will do to clean up his hairs).
And while you're at it,  before they go green,
clip all his nails so he doesn't look mean.
A giant is a grown man, a very big man
who acts like a bear because he thinks he can.
He's not one of course, he's really sort of kind
                                                   and smart, and a lucky find. If you find one
                                                   he likes peanut butter and jellies,
                                                  and drinking cocoa while watching the telly.

Monday, April 15, 2013

My Own Stage



Great Pershing Balloon Derby Joe Deshon Photographer

Some people bike, others swim
Dad runs miles at the gym
I’ve seen Aunt Sara's yoga--
Downward Facing Dog,
And Uncle Walt cuts firewood, log after log,
I would like to get up and take to my feet,
To dance wild and crazy right my down my street,
but I can close my eyes
and move like clouds through the skies,
                                                                                  even  though I'm still here at this page
                                                                                  I am free and dancing on my own secret stage.


Thursday, April 11, 2013

It All Began With the Letter A



I Like the Letter A

I like dada and Lady Gaga.
I like fish with fresh alfalfa.
I like to sing: Mi, fa , so, la.
And I like your nose, Mr. Rosa.
I like to dream the Cat's Eye Nebula.
I like both my fibula.
I like a little song
from a concertina.
I like chewy cheese,
especially Fontina.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

The Peepers



Spring Peepers

(A tree frog is sometimes called a peeper because of its song.)

O! the peepers-- they rise in chorus!
Their music fills the evening skies,
with such a glorious
Tiny frog uproarious.
First to sing their spring song,
For that we’d wait a winter long.

To learn more and to hear the song: National Geographic Kids

Fish is fish?

I need to spend a day at The Eric Carle Museum and let my dreams soar. I am a fish that needs to find my wings.Oh, here's my Pinterest Board: http://pinterest.com/renlibrarian/my-slj-reviews/   I adore Leo Lionni. And hope some day SLJ will send me a Douglas Florian book to review. I am keeping my fingers crossed.

Sunday, January 06, 2013

POETRY



By melalouise from East St Kilda, Aus.

P ointing isn't polite.

O bjects can be pointed, right?

E ven ballet shoes can be point shoes, and

T o the point can mean something else, confused?

R emember, that pointing isn't polite. 

                                           Y ou get the point, right?

Wednesday, December 05, 2012

December 10th is the Anniversary of the United Nations adoption of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights. Visit http://everyhumanhasrights.org/index.php to learn more.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

By the shadow of the Chicken Leg Shack



The sideways crab
could master the trick,
and some would remark,
"That crab is so quick!"
for he could run forward and back
by the shadow
of the chicken leg shack!
The spider no web nor weave devise, 


for she knows that to leave is most wise
by the shadow of the chicken leg shack.
Even mice would think twice
before stealing inside
and scant are the ants,
I shan't have lied --
each visitor shied
by the shadow
of the chicken leg shack.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Just Watched the movie, "Hugo" based on the book, The Invention of Hugo Cabret, by Brian Selznick; inspired by the films of Georges Méliès: so here is a small part of Méliès, "A Trip to the Moon" made in 1902.

Baba Yaga II



artist, Dmitri Mitrokhin


 Not Wanting to be Forgotten

Baba Yaga makes red spiders of all her toes
And pale little worms escape from her nose
Hairy all over she makes of her belly and
For eyes she lets seep a grey yellow jelly
If you don’t find this enough for a scare
She twirls in the air and makes snakes of her hair
 For Baba Yaga wants only to tease you,
She is sad if such frights fail to please you.