Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp... This post is part two of my Playful Crafters series. This summer, I did a three-part-art for toddlers (15-24 months) program at the library. For this session, we did Bubble Stomp Painting! Supplies -Bubble Wrap Tubing (Uline) - I used tubing so I could make little "booties" for the kids to … Continue reading Playful Crafters: Bubble Stomp Painting
Today is the last day of National Poetry Month. I hope you enjoyed the poem-a-day here at LittleLiteracyLibrarian. Here is one more, just because... A Farewell by Harriet Monroe Good-bye!—no, do not grieve that it is over, The perfect hour; That the winged joy, sweet honey-loving rover, Flits from the flower. Grieve not—it is the … Continue reading Farewell National Poetry Month!
I send you flying in the air, warm wind whistling through your hair; you're jumping, jouncing, all around; somersaulting, then you're down, bouncing hard on your behind - but it's such fun, you don't much mind. From When Riddles Come Rumbling: Poems to Ponder by Rebecca Kai Dotlich
Is he Izzy, Ozzy? by Lou Brooks He's Izzy, isn't he, Ozzy? Izzy oddly says he is, No, I'm Ozzy, Ozzy Iddley, the name of Izzy Oddley's his. Izzy's Ozzy and vice verse-a, And to make the matter worse-a, 'Tis the answer in an Izzy Oddley-Ozzy Iddley quiz. From Twimericks: The book of tongue-twisting limericks.
Little Boy Blue by Mother Goose Little boy blue, Come blow your horn, The sheep's in the meadow, The cow's in the corn. But where is the boy Who looks after the sheep? He's under a haystack, Fast asleep. From My Mother Goose: a collection of favorite rhymes, songs and concepts by David McPhail
Willow by Barbara R. Vance The branches on a willow tree Hang over low for you and me To grab a-hold and swing and swing Until the dinner bell doth ring. From Suzie Bitner was afraid of the drain
What kind of fool am I? by Naomi Shihab Nye He sang with abandon, combing his black, black hair. Each morning in the shower, first in Arabic, rivery ripples of song carrying him back to his first beloved land, then in English, where his repertoire was short. No kind at all! we'd all shout, throwing … Continue reading National Poetry Month – Day 26