Friday, September 2, 2011
It has been a fairly fishy week. I began the year with my new K class with a deeply favorite book, Swimmy by Leo Lionni. He's just such a good role model, isn't he? Swimmy stands out from the crowd, takes care of himself, finds wonder in his surroundings even though he's scared and alone, takes a stand and solves a problem--cleverly--and shows bravery and determination as he leads all the little red fish to liberty. For right now, I'll be the eye, but soon my 19 little ones will begin to lead the way.
Then we sang a tune I used to sing to my children when they were infants in the tub with me:
"Splish, splash, splish;
I am a little fish.
Swimmy, swimmy, swimmy, swimmy,
Splish, splash, splish."
At snacktime (made necessary by a scheduled lunch time of 10:45!), we've been plucking and reading this week's poem from the Poetree:
Look at them flit
With a leap and a bound
But none of them making the tiniest
by Mary Ann Hoberman
This poem reminds Ms. Mordhorst's Mighty Minnows that fish are very quiet indeed, and that the Mighty Minnows can be very quiet when it's called for. Now before we enter the hall we sing, "Splish, splash, splish; I am a silent fish," and we swim down the hall like one giant silent fish with our hands finning up and down or side to side.
Tricia at The Miss Rumphius Effect is our "powerless" Poetry Friday host today...hope to surface long enough to see you there!