Welcome to Farm School and to this week’s round-up, which I’m happy (and probably long overdue) to host here at Farm School, starting off with a little Ogden Nash for a lazy summer day:
by Ogden Nash
The firefly’s flame
Is something for which science has no name.
I can think of nothing eerier
Than flying around with an unidentified glow on a
And so to the round-up — with the help of Mr. Linky, while I’m off gathering eggs and watering flowers (today is the third day in a row of temps in the nineties and no rain).
Alkelda at Saints and Spinners is first in the hemisphere, Putting the Good Things Away with Marge Piercy (by the way, Alkelda is hosting the next issue of the Carnival of Children’s Literature, with submissions due July 20).
Sam Riddleburger has some haikus by writer and illustrator Cece Bell, including the first ever poem I’ve read about one of my favorite childhood meals, Toad in a Hole. Read his post to find out just how much he loves her, and her poetry. Sam also asks kidlitters to send in haikus for the showcase.
David at the excelsior file, who is “exploring the recovered memories of childhood while exploring my own second act through the world of kids books”, joins the Poetry Friday fray for the first time with a bang — and a bottle — with the ripping pirate poem Derelict by Young Ewing Allison. A hearty pirate welcome, David, to the treasure chest that is Poetry Friday!
cloudscome at a wrung sponge has a poem by Rumi on one-handed basket weaving and craftsmen practicing their craft, with cloudscome’s thoughts on the creative process and the questions, how and where do you write?
Laura at Wordy Girls offers a selection of poems, all 15 Words or Less, based on this week’s photo, which is of a beatiful hydrangea growing three steps from Laura’s front door. Add your own poem to the bouquet of comments in the previous link and Laura will add it to the blog post.
Jules at Seven Impossible Things Before Breakfast has a Poetry Friday post chock full goodies — lyrical song lyrics from one of her favorite bands, The Innocence Mission; and also Christopher Robin, and thoughts on the healing power of art, with a request to send along any art-as-healer stories. (Jules, I was this close to pulling Christopher Milne’s The Enchanted Places off the shelf the other day. I think I’ll have to go back and do it. Thanks.)
Energetic Elaine Magliaro, my old Cybils poetry panel pal, is already thinking about this year’s Cybils, with a round-up post of of her own, revisiting the children’s poetry books she’s read and reviewed to date at both of her blogs, Wild Rose Reader and Blue Rose Girls. Speaking of Blue Rose Girls, Elaine has a Poetry Friday post there with a poem by Linda Pastan on the joys of finding A New Poet.
The delightfully named Becky at Becky’s Book Reviews offers the lyrics to the Lennon and McCartney song In My Life, to celebrate both the first meeting of poets John and Paul on this date 50 years ago and Ringo Starr’s birthday tomorrow. Becky also has a link to the nifty Blog, Blog Me Do.
Eva at Digital Changeling has A Little Lovecraft with some very scary cats. No, they’re not responsible for the fish problem mentioned at the top of the post. At least I don’t think so. And I hope you’re feeling better soon, Eva.
Marcie at World of Words captures summer in 13 words, with her Blueberry Haiku, inspired by weekend berry picking. And there’s more, in Marcie’s Poetry Friday 2 post, with a look at Nikki Grimes’s poetry collection (Marcie call it “a novel in verse”), What Is Goodbye?, about the death of a sibling.
Literacy Teacher at Mentor Texts & More offers thoughts on shelter and security with Leslie Bunder’s My Homeland. LT is also hosting the Picture Book Carnival, which sounds very, very intriguing (and has a deadline of July 31st). And don’t miss LT’s links for Summer Reading for Teachers of Writing — scroll all the way down the blogroll on the right to find them.
TadMack at Finding Wonderland agrees, it is a firefly kind of week, with Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s Are There Not Still Fireflies?, written shortly before September 11, 2001, about the flicker of possibilities.
Tricia at The Miss Rumphius Effect has been teaching a course on improving elementary math all week, and her mind is on numbers. She gives us a few poems about infinity. And don’t miss her post from last week on Joyful Education, about the article “The Neuroscience of Joyful Education”. We can usually add more joy to our studies around here by adding more poetry to our days. Or fireflies.
Rebecca at Ipsa Dixit, a terrific new-to-me blog I discovered just this week when Rebecca left a comment here, says goodbye to the long, long Spring with Mary Oliver’s Such Singing in the Wild Branches.
Suzanne at Adventures in Daily Living has a lovely July poem by Elsa Beskow — and wouldn’t you know, we just started making hay today. Thanks again for my lovely button, Suzanne. I’ll wear it proudly!
Melissa Wiley at Here in the Bonny Glen offers an excerpt from Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass, and notes, “The older my children get, the more children I have, the more Whitman means to me. He understands about wonder.”
Thank goodness for Google Alerts, which I just checked. Kimberley at lectitans leaves tomorrow for Florida, but not before posting her entry for Poetry Friday, the lyrics of the state song, Swanee River. Enjoy the magic and the Yoohoo, Kimberley.