It’s the beginning of a new week, my final stretch of Spring Break and I, like Rebecca Bloomwood (Confessions of a Shopaholic), have bought the cutest notebooks and most awesome pens. I love these Ecojot notebooks by Carolyn Gavin, they are so perfect for spring and being made from recycled paper, they don’t weigh too heavily on my environmental conscience either. Please take a look at her other products, many of which support amazing causes too.
I was working with my students one morning last week on Haiku poetry. We had a discussion about the form (5 syllables, 7 syllables, 5 syllables), and then did a quick example together. I decided we should write about my favorite little fern. You remember I put it in a collage for my Happy Green Day post.
I thought I would share it with you because it turned out very nice.
Dusk is that special time of the day for me. I love the warmth of the low, setting sun. No matter what season it is. I love that time of day. The work of the day is done and the promise of a relaxing evening lays ahead.
“Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done,Has earned a night’s repose” – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Have a great relaxing weekend.
Today is the 160th birthday of Robert Louis Stevenson. He is best known for his novels like Treasure Island,Kidnapped, and Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. He was a talented poet as well. Working with children, I love using poetry as much as possible. One of my favorites is the one below.
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,
River 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
Stevenson was a child who was house-bound with illness, likely tuberculosis. He used his vivid imagination to reach beyond the four walls of his room. I remember being quiet moved when we drove past his home in Edinburgh 21 years ago. I love this poem, it brings me back to the days when I would swing as high as I could.