Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Monday, August 2, 2010

happy thought

The world
is
so full
of
a number of things,
I'm sure
we should all
be as
happy
as
kings.
R.L.Stevenson



Wednesday, May 19, 2010

bicycle daydreams




The bicycle, the bicycle surely,
should always be the vehicle
of novelists and poets.
~CHRISTOPHER MORLEY
~google images~

Friday, April 9, 2010

mud-lucious and puddle wonderful

e. e. cummings

~in Just~ in Just-
spring
when the world is mud-lusciousthe little lame baloonman



whistles far and wee



and eddyandbill come

running from marbles

and piracies


and it's spring


when the world is puddle-wonderful




the queer old baloonman

whistles far and wee


and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch


and jump-rope and


it's


spring



and the goat-footed baloonMan

whistles


far


and


wee

Saturday, November 7, 2009

project learning tree

I spent the day today at Tower Hill Botanic Gardens
enrolled in a Project Learning Tree workshop. 

The weather could not have been more perfect. 
A brisk, delightfully sunny November day.

We learned different strategies for
teaching about tree identification,
and other aspects of environmental education
for kids grades K-8.
  I had never noticed a Witch Hazel Tree,

nor had I known about the blight of the American Chestnut.

I learned ways to identify trees in winter
by examining twigs and buds. 
And,
did you know?...

 A white pine has needles in clusters of five (W-H-I-T-E)
red pine needles in clusters of two,
(two ways to say "red," the color, and read (as in a book)) 
and pitch pine needles in clusters of three.
(The PITCH... then, 1-2-3 strikes you're out!)

We also participated in a Poet-TREE lesson.
 I learned a new type of poem...
A
~ windspark ~
has 5 lines with this pattern:
I dreamed
I was...(something or someone)
where
an action
and how 
...and I wrote one of my own.

 I dreamed
I was a flowering maple
In a tidy, manicured garden
Tossing crimson leaves into the air
Like a child.

Are you inspired
to take a
nature walk
or to
 write a poem
of
 your
 own?