Wednesday, April 30, 2014

A fitting poem for the last day of April.


Books & Me
by

We belong
together,
books and me,
like toast and jelly
o queso y tortillas.
Delicious! ¡Delicioso!
Like flowers and bees,
birds and trees,
books and me.

©2009 Pat Mora. All rights reserved.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Monday, April 7, 2014

Ken Nesbitt's Favorite Words

Spatula.
Linoleum.
Persnickety.
Bermuda.
Cattywumpus.
Flabbergasted.
Fuddy-duddy.
Gouda.

Nincompoop
and scuttlebutt.
Kerfuffle
and gazebo.
Dipthong.
Macadamia.
Skedaddle
and placebo.

Spackle.
Grackle.
Folderol.
Galoshes.
Dollop.
Frizzle.
Uvula.
Mustachioed.
Jacuzzi.
Juju.
Swizzle.

Tighty-whitey.
Hoity-toity.
Hurly-burly.
Spleen.
Piggly-wiggly.
Artsy-fartsy.
Namby-pamby.
Preen.

That's my list
of favorite words,
the greatest
words around.
I really don't care
what they mean.
I love the way
they sound.
--Kenn Nesbitt

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Pops of Farm Color


Cow Colors


Creamy 

coat with
spots of 
ink


Chocolate

eyes in
slow deep
blink


Only 

browns
and blacks,
you think


'Til tongue

rolls out in
soft sweet 
pink

From Flashy, Clashy, and Oh-So Splashy; Poems about color by Laura Purdie Salas

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Metamorphosis

Caterpillars

What do caterpillars do?
Nothing much but chew and chew.

What do caterpillars know?
Nothing much but how to grow.

They just eat what by and by
will make them be a butterfly,

But that is more than I can do
however much I chew and chew.

Aileen Fisher

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

April is Poetry Month

All month long I'm going to post poems on our blog and send them to you.  Read them to your class if you find one that speaks to you.  We have lots of poetry websites on our Highland blog for students to explore as well.  If you have a favorite poem that you'd like to share see me and we would love to host you as a guest poster!



I've loved this poem since I was a young bookish girl.  I had a small Little Golden book that featured poetry by famous people.  This was one:

The Swing

How do you like to go up in a swing,
   Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
   Ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall, 
   Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
   Over the countryside-

Till I look down on the garden green,
   Down on the roof so brown-
Up in the air I go flying again,
   Up in the air and down!

~Robert Louis Stevenson