#NPM17 - 2/30 - Point of View

"There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it."
                                                          Gustave Flaubert 1821-1880
       
National Poetry Month!

       Other things of interest:  See the page on the bar above for the Progressive Poem's schedule of poets, hosted by Irene Latham at Live Your Poem.  
        And, see what many are doing for Poetry Month, by looking HERE at Jama Rattigan's post at Jama's Alphabet Soup.
         Bridget Magee and her family have started a project in response to the chaos happening in our government. Go HERE to find out about it, to see how you can help!

              My goal for Poetry Month: TINY THINGS. My choices may surprise you, but I'm excited to write, share, and read how everyone writes to meet their special goals for celebrating poetry month.

        In Each Mind’s Eye

I’m a baby elephant and tiny.

Don’t laugh, you’ll see. It’s true

that when you greet my mama,

it depends on point of view.

 Linda Baie © All Rights Reserved

photo credit: David W. Siu Mother & Calf,                        Damaraland Namibia via photopin (license)

Celebrating Starts & Stops - #NPM17 - 1/30

         Celebrating with Ruth Ayres and others at Discover Play Build. And starting April's poetry month. 

Celebrating!

            Completing the 31 days of slicing for the March Slice of Life Challenge that Ruth and Stacey started so long ago. Now Ruth helps us celebrate!

            And, having the grand-girls some hours on Monday, and among other things, enjoying the new "I'm A Girl" by Yasmeen Ismail with them. Plus, a beautiful sunrise seen because I actually rose early enough one morning, and my new doors (both the same) are in, finally, among so many others, great new books donated at the bookstore. Wish you all could come by!

 beginnings. 

 April is  #NPM17 - National Poetry Month.
       "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." 
                                                                                                                      ~Leonard Cohen

       Other things of interest:  See the page on the bar above for the Progressive Poem's schedule of poets, hosted by Irene Latham at Live Your Poem.  And, if you'd like to see what everyone is doing for Poetry Month, look HERE at Jama Rattigan's post at Jama's Alphabet Soup.
         Bridget Magee and her family have started a project in response to the chaos happening in our government. Go HERE to find out about it, to see how you can help!

              My goal for Poetry Month: TINY THINGS. My point of view may surprise you, but I'm excited to write, share, and read how everyone writes to meet their special goals for celebrating poetry month.


       I know that I won't always choose a tiny thing that's a memory. For some inexplicable reason, this memory appeared when I was brainstorming ideas for tiny things. For most Thanksgivings until I married, I celebrated with huge extended family on my mother's side. This meant the table was filled with many dishes and TWO turkeys. I was used to the jumble of people and clatter of dishes, the crowd of conversation. My father died in combat in World War II, and I stayed with his parents every summer for a few weeks, my usual connection to them. They ran a full working farm, busy and active. One year when in college, my grandmother let me know that my grandfather had to have surgery that week of Thanksgiving. I knew she would be alone; many of the rest of her family lived far away. So I went to be with her on this holiday. It's one holiday I remember vividly because of the difference from my usual holiday. But I also remember that I was happy that I went.

   A Celebration Memory:

Two Plates

Celebrating Thanksgiving

table lightly spread -

biscuits, greens and chicken,

pie and coffee.

Quiet thoughts; quiet us.

I traveled to offer company,

to have hers, too.

We sit at the kitchen table,

leave the dining room dark.

I talk about my classes, the

new ideas for teaching. She tells me

about the summer heat, that

they finally sold the cow.

Only the chickens remain.

We plan the after-dinner drive to town,

to see Grandpa in the hospital.

We’ll take pie for the nurses,

hugs and conversation for Grandpa.

And we’ll give thanks.

Linda Baie © All Rights Reserved

#SOL17 - 31/31 - Poetry Friday Too!

 


         #SOL17 31/31 I'm writing for the March Slice of Life challenge with the Two Writing Teachers community for Day Thirty-One of Thirty-One.  Thank you, Stacey, Beth, Deb, Betsy, Lanny, Kathleen, Lisa, and Melanie for helping us all arrive at THE END! I appreciate all that you have done to make the challenge a success. Happy Tenth Anniversary!



If it's the end of March, then it's also time for April and poetry month. Today on Poetry Friday, Amy Ludwig VanDerwater hosts us at The Poem Farm, a place I love to visit.

Endings today and preparation for beginnings. 

For those poetry Friday people, and others who may want to continue with poems in April:  "It is not every day that the world arranges itself into a poem"  That is what happens in April, regardless of the weather, regardless of where you live, April is Poetry Month. 
       
       My goal for Poetry Month: TINY THINGS. My point of view may surprise you, but I'm excited to write, share, and read everyone else's goals for celebrating poetry month. See you tomorrow!

#SOL17 - 30/31 The Me I Used to Be, Still Am

 


         #SOL17 30/31 I'm writing for the March Slice of Life challenge with the Two Writing Teachers community for Day Thirty of Thirty-One.  Thank you, Stacey, Beth, Deb, Betsy, Lanny, Kathleen, Lisa, and Melanie.   
                            One Day. . .

The final Thursday, and the final "me I used to be", although parts are still happening.

           When I taught, I taught at a school that valued trips. Every class from the youngest on took extended trips in the fall and the spring. The very youngest's extensions were only till dinnertime on that given one day. Time away increased as students grew older. By the time they became my middle schoolers (6, 7, 8) we went for about a week in the fall and 10 days to two weeks in the spring. I've traveled a lot with my family too, especially when my children were older, but the most primitive trips were those with students to Mexico and Costa Rica. Yes, we traveled far into the state of Sonora, Mexico and we drove and we camped. One time we were so tired at arrival, we simply threw our sleeping bags on the ground and slept. I remember being thrilled some of the time to be able to grab a garden hose to wash my hair. I could write a lot about adventures we had in cities, too, but it is the focused nature trips that thrilled me. 

#SOL17 - 29/31 - Water, Water Everywhere

 

SOL17 #29/31 - 

      I'm slicing with the Two Writing Teachers community for Day Twenty-Nine of Thirty-One of the Slice of Life Challenge in March.  Thank you, Stacey, Beth, Deb, Betsy, Lanny, Kathleen, Lisa, and Melanie.  

                                Two Days To Go!

              And, Thanks to Alyson Beecher's Non-Fiction Picture Book Challenge at Kidlit Frenzy.  

      Some say that our planet "earth" might better have been named "water". Seventy-one percent of the earth is covered with water. 97 1/2  percent of that is salt water.  In the 2 1/2  percent fresh water, only 0.3 % of that is in liquid form. 

      I shared books that touched on the need for water here on March 19^th, and today share two books that speak of the curiosity of people around water:  both touching on eco-systems.  

     

          Through passion, people learn to persist. They have questions about so much because it’s fascinating. They find ways around obstacles. If this doesn’t work, then this!  This story shows that was the path of Eugenie Clark, the woman scientist who broke barriers in science and in knowledge about sharks because she was so in love with this subject and the question of its stereotypes.  From an early age when she raced to the New York aquarium and shared her knowledge to the time she founded the Cape Haze Marine Laboratory, she explored sharks. The book is arranged as Genie grew up with small pictures of notes showing her discoveries, like “Sharks are complex.”  There is an author’s note with more information, and a “more about sharks” page. The illustrations are predominantly watery as you can imagine and mysterious in that murky world. The ocean is shown as you might imagine, dark and deep with shadowy shark shapes and other plants and creatures and there is always Genie “swimming with the sharks!” 

          I'm happy to find this at my library because it just came out a couple of weeks ago. This book swishes water again as Kate Messner has chosen to show a pond from above and below. A young boy and his mother glide around the pond in a canoe as they look. The words and illustrations show what is over and under the pond. In brief words, quite a bit of information is shared, from whirligig beetles that skate on the surface to the patient heron that waits for his bite of a quicksilver minnow. Twenty animals are included, and additional information about them and the ecosystem that is a pond is in the backmatter.  As readers glide through their time on the pond, the pages darken, and night with its stars and the quiet movements of some nocturnal animals find the canoe gliding home.

      There are more wonderful books that connect and teach us about water and its inhabitants, from microscopic to enormous. I hope you find one of these or another in order to learn what most interests you.