Showing posts with label animal poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label animal poems. Show all posts

Friday, December 11, 2020

poetry friday arrives in PreK

I know, I know...you will exclaim, "What do you mean, Poetry Friday is only just arriving in PreK?!"  But, as the youth say, hear me out.

At most, a PreK student with perfect attendance has now spent a total of 44 days x 2.25 hours + 14 days x 1 hour (our Wednesdays are different) = 113 hours in school, of which .5h daily is free play time away from the screen and .2h daily is their time with specialists, leaving me 82.2 hours of instructional time.  

Wow.  That calculation is shocking even to me.  And let's not forget that every minute of that time has been spent on-screen.

OF COURSE we have read and said and sung texts that are poetic.  But just when the older kids are getting antsy and ready for a big long winter break, my littles--most of whom have never been in a group situation; many of whom arrived expert in Spanish or Amharic or Arabic but are beginners in English--are finally getting the hang of the routine, have learned their classmates' names, know what to expect from school. 

During this initial period my paraeducator and I have worked hard to make the most of our scant time, to make our days predictable for both families and children (while going graciously with the flow, of course).  The concept of "story" is familiar to everyone; the concept of "poem" not so much.  So it's only in the last couple of weeks that I have begun labeling texts as poems, and only last week that I attempted to introduce a text as poem.  It didn't go well because I didn't plan carefully, although the poem I chose was a fine one ("Crayon Poem" by James Carter).  I learned superfast that it made a huge difference not to be in the room with the children to do my patented introduction of what a poem is and how to get ready for it to "work."  It made a big difference that there was nothing graphic to look at on the screen, although I showed them the text.  At this age the poem arrives mostly through the sharer's FACE AND BODY, not through words on a page, no matter how colorful.

So this week, with my AM student Bella's interest in tigers to inspire me (this month we are doing mini student-led studies), I am getting very 2D-concrete and presenting the concept of POEM on our first-ever named POETRY FRIDAY using a POEM which I have composed. (By 1:00 when the PM Class signs onto Zoom I will also have one for Monserrath about unicorns.)  It will follow a shared reading of the Tigers article on PebbleGo.  Here are the inevitable Google Slides.




[Friday afternoon edit: Bella was absent.😆] Now I can use this presentation to add a slide for each Friday's poem (not all by me, certainly, but to get started it helps that I can match my own composition to what I know will be accessible--with just the right amount of stretch--to my actual 4- and 5-year-olds).  And then when I want to, I'll be able to print a booklet for each child to give out at our monthly materials distribution, where we actually get to see the children in person for 5 minutes. (Not gonna lie: I love it and it breaks my heart every month.)

Go here if you want a copy of this template.  Have a concrete Poetry Friday with any young ones you are working to inoculate with the entirely beneficial poetry virus, and a Merry Holiday Tiger to you!

The roundup today is with Buffy Silverman, where she interviews the NCTE Excellence in Poetry for Children Award winner JANET WONG!  I'm proud of my participation in this choice for teachers and students and all poetry lovers.

BONUS VIDEO ðŸ˜Š






Tuesday, April 7, 2020

npm2020: poetry videos day 7 "In Praise of Squirrels"

My National Poetry Month Project 2020 is to record a short video each day in April featuring me presenting my published poems.  For poetry lovers of all ages!

I'm just not sure any of us appreciate squirrels enough....





In Praise of Squirrels


just for being out
in broad daylight
in every yard and park

prudent nut hunters
fools flinging themselves
from tree to tree

high-wire acrobats
daring over busy roads
secret diggers in the dark

harmless, fearless
minding their own bushy business
neither fierce nor tame

nobody’s and everybody’s
winsome wildlife pet
frisky whisky yes indeed

but praise be to squirrels:
how willingly they share
their neighborhood with us

Friday, January 26, 2018

writing from research: 2nd grade poems

EDITED REPOST!  NOW WITH ILLUSTRATIONS!
As last year, one of our big projects in 2nd grade is researching and writing informatively about "special places," which I link with our geography objectives by narrowing (or broadening!) to habitats or ecosystems.  This year our information brochures covered forests, both temperate and rain, grasslands and coral reefs.  To close our project, we read selections from Forest Has a Song by Amy Ludwig Vanderwater, Rejoice! by Mendon Center Elementary 3rd Grade and Water Sings Blue by Kate Coombs to inform and inspire our habitat poems.

As always, I know that our Poetry Friday and Writing Workshop have been effective when just about all my 7- or 8-year-olds can strike out on their own poetry paths, making empowered decisions about what and how to express their learning in poetic form.  Enjoy!


 



 








This week's Poetry Friday round-up is a veritable blizzard of opportunity with Carol at Beyond Literacy Link.  Flurry on over to join in.




Friday, October 6, 2017

poetry that goes for the jugular

It's Poetry Friday, and if you're new to this blogging tradition, go here for an overview.

Last Friday, our 3rd Poetry Friday of the school year, I presented Colleen Thibeaudeau's "balloon" to go with our Junior Great Books exploration of The Red Balloon.

I also introduced my blog to the class and shared my "Last Saturday in September" poem (not really written for younger kids), after which one young'un, alias Taylor, pressed his fist to his heart and sighed. We all considered with great wonder how two poems about round red things (a balloon, an apple the color of the setting sun) could FEEL so different. 

There ensued a flurry of poetry writing, and by the end of the day one small group had decided they would be writing poems for sale and were making advertising posters!  Folks, I have a class of writers.

Here's the poem that Taylor wrote:

Killer Jaguar Poem

The killer jaguar
killed the chicken with his
sharp claws.  It digged into 
the chicken's body.
It killed the chicken. It
ate the whole entire
chicken.  It got rid
of the chicken forever.

*******************

Chilling, no?  Talk about creating a mood.

The roundup today is at Violet Nesdoly / Poems--prowl over and grab some poetry by the neck!


Friday, August 12, 2016

late summer leaving

There's a gentle battle going on at our house...


I Defend a Habitually Rash Action to My Teenager


Yes, daughter, I let the cat out again.
      It’s late summer and the world is
      steaming with sunshine,
      streaming with cloud and blossom
      and voluptuous voles.

He is not wise but filled with the beastly miracle of himself,
filled with the urge to be out,
to make his foolish way.

(You know how he comes back after
two minutes or two days, stands at the threshold,
leans in, steps back, leans in,
then turns and bolts away?)

Yes, daughter, I know there are dangers
out there—sly foxes, cars that run so
      silently we don’t hear them coming,
      other cats who are not kind.

But I have no right to keep him in, happy
as he is in his carpeted climber, curled
in any of his many cozy corners, thrilled
as he is by his kibble.

He knows his instincts.

Disaster may await.  Yes, daughter,
there might be sadness.
I slide the door open, and trust.

 
©Heidi Mordhorst 2016



I can only imagine what it will be like next year, when daughter is 18...

Our Poetry Friday round-up is with Julieann at To Read To Write To Be, where her small commitment to GO AHEAD with poetry in the first days of school has inspired me!

Friday, March 6, 2015

forward...fetCH!

Greetings, all--it's Poetry Friday, March 6th, and our word of the day is "fetCH."  There have been a number of cat responses so far in our Forward...MarCH Poetry CHallenge (read the introduction to the project here), so I went ahead and did the obvious thing with "fetch" and wrote about a puppy.  I hope my effort is less trite and more fetching than it currently seems, after 45 minutes of work!

Before we get to it, though, I have to give a shout-out to a really great PBS show that lived all too short a life:  Fetch! with Ruff Ruffman.  Of course, I always wanted to be on ZOOM ("Z-double O-M, Box 354, Boston, Mass., 0-2-1-3-4. Send it to ZOOM!"), but Fetch! was even better because of the real-time, out-and-about challenges.  It only ran for 5 seasons, but I loved it.  Possibly even more than my kids.

And here's  my poem:



Fetching

My new puppy’s very cute—
He lies down when I tell him to.
I’m as fetching as my puppy
and I’m pretty useful, too.

I fetch the paper for my mom;
I fetch the tennis balls for Dad;
I fetch remotes for my big brother;
Fetch the book I thought I had.

Gramma needs her reading glasses;
Grampa left his phone downstairs;
Baby sister needs her binky;
Big Sis wants her shoes in pairs.

I’m glad that I am good at fetching.
When they ask me I obey.
But now it’s Puppy’s turn to fetch—
I’ll throw, he’ll catch—it’s time to play!

HM 2015
all rights reserved

Charles (who, incidentally, won the distinction of being the Top Contributor to Laura Shovan's Sound Poem Challenge with THIRTY-ONE poems contributed in the short month of February!) is in again today with another doggy take on "fetch."

MORNING EXERCISE

Fetching this morning’s paper,
Dog collar dangling its daily tune,
Scooping it into my jaws
I scamper back on chilled concrete.
Upon my arrival, I get smiles
 Plus a scrubbing behind my ears,
(Always a bonus)
Shivering in delight
I plop on my bed,
Ready for a nap.

(c) Charles Waters 2015 all rights reserved.

Donna had to do it too.  She and Charles should meet up at the Dog Park!

Catch, Fetch, Lunch

I'm going to snatch this snowball
And bring it back to you!
I love to play fetch all the time;
I know just what to do!

I'm catching it - it's coming!
I've got it in my sights!
But it's so cold and tasty;
It's in such nice sized bites!

I'm sorry I can't fetch it;
I feel the need to crunch;
Next time just throw a real ball
So I won't think it's...
CRUNCH...
lunch!

Robyn also wants to know what time you'll be there...

"Compulsion"

She threw it –
right under my nose in an underarm scoop of a toss.
It a-r-c-e-d, slow motion, into the sky-sun-sky
(blinding me for a sec).
Before I knew it my haunches had sprung
bounding me over the ground in little arcs to fetch
the prompt
(and shake shake shake it
in my snappy jaws).

© Robyn Hood Black

And Mary Lee's acrostic is so full of action:

What to do if You Are a Retriever

Freeze until the command is given.
Explode from the down-stay.
Tear across the lawn at lightning speed.
Catch the frisbee, mid-air.
Hustle back, tail high, ready for more.

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2015
Joy's acrostic has a tasty double meaning:


FIDO, my
English Cocker
Tries to play
Catch with a
Hot Dog

And Jone has stopped by with a late entry!

FETCH

on sunny days the dog
and I race
to the park a few blocks
away.

I throw a ratty tennis ball.
he fetches
until the slobber slimed ball
is dropped
at my feet. His tongue hangs
out tired.

(c)Jone Rush MacCulloch, 2015 

Isn't it great how many ways there are to become The Dog Within?  And I'm enjoying how many extra -CH words are appearing in these poems!  I'll need to calculate these usages in my wrap-up at the end, I can see.

Diane takes us into a whole new territory, no dogs in sight (and bonus points for "kvetch"):

Fiscal Therapy

The old lady spends
her days online
religiously checking
prices on eBay. 

A born kvetcher
she tells her son that
everything she
has labeled will fetch
a good price

when the time comes.

"Okay, Ma," he says.

The labels are only
a warm-up.

She crosses out $6.99
and re-marks the
Xavier Cugat LP, $8.99.
All the while
humming "Perfidia."

--Diane Mayr

She also offers us Xavier Cugat performing "Perfidia":  http://youtu.be/nYvjFS8wV2E

Please add your "attractive, appealing, sweet, pretty, good-looking, lovely, delightful, charming, prepossessing, captivating, enchanting, irresistible" poem to today's fetching collection!  Paste it in the comments or send me an email.  Remember, the "StretCHiest MarCHer" will win an enCHanting prize at the end of the month.

Today's roundup is with Robyn Campbell, a newcomer to our community.  Go fetch yourself some juicy poetry bones!