Guacamole; A cooking poem by Jorge Argueta and Margarita Sada

One day over at Jama Ratigan’s fabulous blog, Alphabet Soup, I entered one of her drawings and I won!
I almost missed my opportunity to win this book because I missed her email message to me and she nicely emailed me a second time.  Thank you Jama!

Groovy Girl and I were both home when the post person brought the package from House of Anansi Press with this very green poetry food book inside the yellow bubble wrapper.  We actually sat down in the grass and read it right away.

The first thing you notice are the gorgeous illustrations that show the young children interacting playfully with the food. The second point is that the story is told bilingually with Spanish and English.  It begins:

“Today I’m going to make you guacamole,”
I say to my mother and father
and my little brother and sister.
They stare at me with their big eyes
that remind me of the green avocados
in the basket on the red kitchen table. (1)

and it continues with vivid colors and words used to describe the process of making a delicious bowl of guacamole!  I adore how this young chef sings and dances around the kitchen with her apron on.  She continues with:

I wash them in the fountain of the sink
and then, dancing and singing,
I put them on the red kitchen table. (6)

This is a treasure of a book for the kitchen or the library.  It is a celebration of food and fun and this young girl celebrates the simple process of making a family tradition.  I think I’m going to add it to my school library collection but I’m not ready to part with it at home yet.  I am waiting for some beautiful avocados to slide my way so I can give this recipe a try. Thanks again to Jama for offering such a great poetry giveaway!

Friday Feature; Poetic Biographies

I’m ending April with some fantastic biographies about poets!  I’ve tried to celebrate poetry all month long by posting poetry on my school blog and by reading poems to students.  I found these stories to be inspiring and thought they earned the right to be featured.  How did you celebrate poetry this month or anytime?

1)  My Name is Gabriela; The Life of Gabriella Mistral by Monica Brown; ill. by John Parra (2005).

Born in Chile, Gabriela had a vivid imagination and taught herself to read because she wanted to read stories not just hear them.  She loved the sounds of words and wrote poetry, songs and stories as a child. Gabriela played school  with her friends and little sister and made them learn their ABC’s and later, she became a teacher as an adult.  She worked hard and was able to travel, exploring and creating new stories along the way.  She was the first Latin American writer to be awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature.  This book contains beautiful illustrations and a happy young Latina charater with an early love of language!

2)  A Voice of Her Own; The Story of Phillis Wheatley, Slave Poet by Kathryn Lasky; ill. by Paul Lee (2003). 

Wheatley’s story is miraculous in many ways.  She was brought to the US on a slave ship, landing in Boston Harbor, at the age of about seven.  John and Susannah Wheatley were at the market looking for a servant girl.  Something about they way the young girl looked appealed to Mrs. Wheatley and they bought her, named her Phillis and took her home.  Luck of the draw…because the Wheatley’s treated her very fairly (within the mind warp that yes, they had indeed bought another human but in this instance it worked out well)  Mrs. Sussanah Wheatly decided to experiment and taught Phillis how to read and write, which wasn’t allowed in Southern states but was perfectly legit in Massuchusetts.  Phillis impressed the Wheatley’s with her ability to write and wanted her poems to be published in a book.  John Hancock and other white American men said her book could not be published.  The Wheatleys sent her to England and someone there agreed to publish it. Yes, Phillis found it odd as well that she would have to travel to King George’s England to get her book published as she was a slave in the US.  The American Revolution began soon after this.  Lasky’s book brilliantly brings to light the indignity that while Americans were willing to fight for their own freedom they owned other people.  This is the backwards rationale we often still find in the United States.  Great book, great message.  Amazing woman.  I wonder what she could have accomplished if she hadn’t been kidnapped and brought to the States. 

3)  A River of Words; The Story of William Carlos Williams by Jen Bryant; ill. by Melissa Sweet (2008)

We all agreed three years ago what a beautiful book this is, even the end papers, showing his poetry!  This is just a great book about an boy who loved the outdoors and the sounds that surrounded him.  In this book is the simple reason to read poetry to young people:  “But when Mr. Abbott read poetry to Willie’s English class, Willie did not feel hurried.  The gentle sounds and shifting rhythms of the poems were like the music of the river.  As the teacher read each line, Willie closed his eyes and let them make pictures in his mind.”   Proof that we need to keep reading poetry to spark one mind into a deep love of language.  Who knows one of your students might be the next William Carlos Williams. 

Pick Up Some Poetry Today and share it with a child.

Yesterday I had a crazy day but part of the craziness involved two different AMAZING Authors…Alan Katz aka Silly  Dilly Man was at my school and Patrick Jennings was at the public library.  I met both and fell in love…see the photos to prove it tomorrow or maybe, Sunday.

Friday Feature; April = National Poetry Month

 I am lucky to have a large collection of poetry books in my library and that I have students who check out from this section even though they stick to favorites like Shel Silverstein.  I devoured Shel’s books when I was in school so I can relate.  My mom,  hip to great literature in 1974, gave me Where the Sidewalk Ends for Christmas that year and I carried it around for months.

Later I fell in love with Maya Angelou, Langston Hughes and Wendell Barry while I was in college and graduate school.  There is an bundle of great poetry available and every year, it seems, I discover someone new.

 A teaching friend and I developed a wonderful poetry unit about 5 years ago and I doubled our library’s 811 collection.  She doesn’t teach 5th grade anymore and poetry is  no longer in our curriculum at all. I know-it’s criminal!  I am working on poetry with 2nd grade all through April.  We are going to read poems, explore some poetry sites and hopefully, create a few of our own.  What favorite poetry books do you rely on for April or anytime you bring poetry out?

Here are my poetry picks for today:

1.  Poems in Black and White by Kate Miller (2007);  This book combines beautiful imagery with poetry about everyday life.

The Cow


Because
she wears
a bristly map
of milkweed white
and midnight black


           it seems
           as though
                  she’s
             strong enough
             to carry continents
                    upon her back


with oceans
in between


and islands  on her
                 knees.

2. Mirror Mirror   by Marilyn Singer; ill. Josee Masse (2010): This is verse in reverse and it is amazing how each verse works.  Fairy tales are the theme, which means I get to use this book in two different lesson plans this Spring. 

in the Hood


in my hood,
skipping through the wood,
carrying a basket,
picking berries to eat-
juicy and sweet
what a treat!
But a girl
mustn’t dawdle.
After all, Grandma’s waiting.

and on the other side of the page is the reverse but you can reverse it by reading back up the poem.  It makes sense both ways and makes you think!  Love it.

3. Here’s a Little Poem; A Very First Book of Poetry  collected by Jane Yolen and Andrew Fusek Peters; ill. Polly Dunbar (2007):  The illustrations in this one steal my heart; Dunbar is magic!  The poetry inside is perfectly picked for young listeners.

This one captures my  mommy attention:

You Be Saucer

You be saucer,
I’ll be cup,
piggyback, piggyback,
pick me up.

You be tree,
I’ll be pears,
carry me, carry me
up the stairs.

You be Good
I’ll be Night,
tuck me in, tuck me in
nice and tight.

Eve Merriam
Try out these other poetry places:

Shel Silverstein
Kenn Nesbitt
Kalli Dakos
and Gregory K’s GottaBook blog is featuring poetry all month!
Poets.org

For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide/When the Rainbow Is Enuf

A Choreopoem by Ntozake Shange

1975, 1976,1977, 2010 (big leap inbetween)
96 pages

I admit I’d never heard of this title before.  I’m not an actor like my husband or my friend, V.  They’ve heard it used many times for auditions and readings.  I’m happy to say I did recognize the author’s name though as it is attached to a beautiful Coretta Scott King book and Ellington was not a street-both illustrated by my favorite, Kadir Nelson.

For Colored Girls is a little more in your face than those children’s books…here is a sample:

finally
i asked this silly ol boy
‘WELL WHO ARE YOU?’
he say
‘MY NAME IS TOUSSAINT JONES’
well
i looked right at him
those skidded out cordoroy pants
a striped teashirt wid holes in both elbows
a new scab over his left eye
& i said
                 ‘what’s yr name again’
he say
‘i’m toussaint jones’
‘wow
i am on my way to see
TOUSSAINT L’OUVERTURE in HAITI
are ya any kin to him
he do’t take no stuff from no white folks
& they gotta country all they own
& there aint no slaves’
that silly ol boy squinted his face all up
‘looka heah girl
i am TOUSSAINT JONES
& i’m right heah lookin at ya (43-44)

It was a joy to read this choreopoem.  It was encouraged in the prologue to read it outloud, so I did.  The words and rhythm flowed sometimes smoothly and others rougher, jagged but still good. It helped to make a audiovision of friends who might talk this way on occasion.  It worked.  It has a powerful message for all people, especially women, but not just black women. And it isn’t anti-men although it surely doesn’t sugar coat in anyway possible. 

While researching the author I found this excellent interview about her life, her new-ish work, Some Sing, Some Cry, a collaborative novel she wrote with her sister and the Tyler Perry movie about For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide.  I plan to watch this movie, even though it didn’t get great reviews, because I like the cast and I would love to hear the language.  I have to wait to watch the movie until I see the play and lucky for me, I will have the thrilling opportunity in mid-March, when my family heads to Little Rock to visit V and her family.  She is directing and acting in a local production and I’m so EXCITED to see it.  I was inspired to read the book because she was involved and I only found out later that I would be able to watch a rehearsal of the play. Yeah… [me, jumping up and down]!!!
This is an author worth checking out.
Have you read her books?

Poetry in Motion

Yesterday

Send #1 son off to state XC meet;
He wouldn’t eat breakfast.
Took 8-yr-old to skating lesson,
watch her twirl.
Smile.
Head to Target, Hobby Lobby,
and Staples to
find things I need for school; 
Sticker shock at the inflated prices
at Staples.
A project board (it’s cardboard, really!)was three times as
much as the very similar one at Hobby Lobby-both big box chains!?
Why, I say!? 
Does noone at Staples go comparison shopping??
Step Down off the I’m-not-crazy soap box.
Breathe.
Drive home, make pb, honey 
with a smidge of nutella
sandwiches.
Road trip across the state to XC Meet.
a perfect mystery that had me on the edge of
my less-than-comfortable car seat.
Love husband who always drives.
Smile.
Watch 7 varsity boys from small school take State!!
Woo!  Woo! Woo! (jumping up and down).
A perfect day to be wearing black and orange.
Drive back home, read more of Buying Time.
Make massive bowl of  popcorn for dinner.
Breathe.

Watch this week: Tuesday I review Buying Time and Pamela Samuels Young has a guest post here!  Right here at Peaceful Reader.  I am in the process of switching from a blogspot.com to just a .com but I’m having a few technical difficulties so I hope you can always find me.  Pamela Samuels Young’s website.

Habibi

by Naomi Shihab Nye
1997
259 pages

     Read this book…It’s crazy when a gem like this has escaped my attention.  This is a book that I will recommend to many students, parents and teachers this year.   Really everyone should read it because it says so much about conflict, resolution, peace and religion-all hot button topics and dealt with so well by Ms.. Nye.

Indiebound Synopsis:

The day after Liyana got her first real kiss, her life changed forever. Not because of the kiss, but because it was the day her father announced that the family was moving from St. Louis all the way to Palestine. Though her father grew up there, Liyana knows very little about her family’s Arab heritage. Her grandmother and the rest of her relatives who live in the West Bank are strangers, and speak a language she can’t understand. It isn’t until she meets Omer that her homesickness fades. But Omer is Jewish, and their friendship is silently forbidden in this land. How can they make their families understand? And how can Liyana ever learn to call this place home?

My thoughts:

     Arrrrgggghhhh!!  *%%$##@!!  Not very peaceful like at all but I had several well-thought out paragraphs written out with 4 interesting quotes highlighting Naomi Shihab Nye’s poetic writing and it all disappeared when I pushed “publish post.” Just disappeared-everything that I’d written in the last hour. Arrrgghhh, again!!
      I have to prepare a dish for a women’s party I’m going to tonight and clean my step-daughter’s room for her evening arrival so I Don’t Have Time to Go Back and Rewrite it all!  I leave you with this…many should read this book about an area of the world that is still in crisis.  Naomi Shihab Nye is obviously very talented and I plan to purchase this book for my school library and I plan to bring it to the  attention of my 5th grade book club.  It will make for great discussion.  Now I feel a little like crying.  Has a  post ever disappeared for you??  I guess the greater question is “where did my words just go, floating out there in cyberspace…???” 


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African Acrostics

African Acrostics; a Word in Edgeways
Poems by Avis Harley; photographs by Deborah Noyes
Candlewick Press, 2009
I knew the moment I took this book out of its bubble-infused envelope it was going to be amazing and it is.  Just look at that attention-grabbing front cover!  Students will flock to this book whether they are researching animals, poetry or just looking for a great book to enjoy.

The opening poem, in African Acrostics, reminds me of Shel Silverstein’s “invitation to young readers”:

“Welcome, all poets-both new 
or well versed. Non-rhymers or
Rhymers! Come,
dive in headfirst!”

What follows is a well-written and unique poetry book with very real, close-up animal portraits.  The beginning poem tells the reader just what an acrostic poem is, which is helpful. Many of us regard an acrostic poem as one made up of the letters of a name, but the form is much broader than that.  Harley uses a variety of words to form her poems, which makes the reader work to relate the names to each animal.  It is an inspiring method and serves to bring this form of poetry to life.  For example: the ostrich poem anchor word is “fatherly advice” and the poem relays a father’s wisdom to his son.  The father teaches his child to ignore humans (they only want your feathers) and to enjoy life for who he is!  I now want to sit with my family and make acrostic poems on Christmas morning.  Animal, poetry and nature lovers should unite over this beautifully done book.  I can’t wait to share it with students and teachers in the new year.

Highly Recommended-elementary 
5/5 peaceful stars
This book was a picnic basket gift.

***This post has been in my brain for several days but much has kept me from my computer.  Then today I had a “crown lengthening” done and oh, my the pain that followed-and I have a fairly high threshold-was astounding!  I had to take a painkiller (half) to get me through the last half of the day.  All I can hope is the pain will diminish so I can enjoy Christmas.

Be Peaceful,

michelle

Bella And Bean by Rebecca Kai Dotlich

This little book by Dolitch, is the kind that give me tingles after I read it! You know, like when someone brushes your hair-those tingles!
It is a lovely story! Bella writes poetry and Bean wants to play, she wants the attention of her friend, Bella.
It begins like this: “Bella lived in an old brick house with white shutters, just up the hill from Spoon Pond. Every day she wrote poetry at a small desk, beneath a small window, shaded by a canopy the color of plums. ” Bean likes to come to that exact window to talk to Bella and is bored with Bella’s writing time.
Eventually Bella gets to a stopping point, misses Bean and goes off to seek her friend. What happens next is wonderful because the two friends begin to create some word imagery together and Bella puts it all together!! I’ve already taken this to my favorite 5th grade teacher so she can use it to introduce her poetry unit this year! The illustrations are beautifully drawn by Aileen Leijten. Thank you Rebecca and Aileen for giving me book tingles!! (2009, simonsayskids publishing)
Click her to see Aileen’s website. (including a link to another great blog (seven impossible things to do before breakfast for an interview with Aileen.)

Poetry Friday

I have been working with poetry a little bit in the library and I found this great silly book by Kalli Dakos If You’re not here, Please raise your hand. Students love this title, they think for a minute and then have this a-ha moment of “hey, that does not make sense!” Love it!
Here is my selection cuz I like to laugh just a little at Texas:)

They don’t do math in Texas

Kate used to live in Texas.
I’d like to shoot her to the moon,
Or into another galaxy,
Whenever she says the word Texas.

“In Texas,” Kate says,
“I was in the sixth grade,
Instead of just in fourth
Like I am here.

“In Texas the kids stayed up
All night watching television
Because school didn’t start
Until four o’clock.

“In Texas we only did math
In Kindergarten.
Once we learned that
One plus one equaled two
We never had
to study math again.

Peace to Molly Ivins, of course.