Showing posts with label How to Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label How to Poems. Show all posts

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Make a Snow Cone with Poem #285!


 
World's Largest Snow Cone
by Amy LV


Students - I love eating snow!  Freshly fallen snow is the yummiest, and every time I eat it, I am reminded of snow cones at the fair.  We had a snowfall this afternoon, and I thought about how our whole yard looked like one big fat snow cone.  Wouldn't it be fun to pour gallons of grape juice all over the hills and dig in?

Another thing we love to eat in wintertime (and anytime) is maple syrup.  Here is a delicious recipe for maple sugar on snow, a tasty treat you may remember from the LITTLE HOUSE books. My mother-in-law tells us how she used to eat this as a girl, and we've eaten it with much joy.  If you live somewhere snowy, make some for yourself.  If you don't live in a snowy place, tuck this idea away for a someday-snow-visit.

If you must have an electric snow cone maker, I have my eyes on this machine!

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Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Eggs are Fragile-Magical! - Celebrate 211!


What About You?
by Amy LV


Yesterday morning, I let the chickens out and found three warm eggs left in a nest box.  Carrying my little fistful down to the house, I thought about their quiet beauty which will feed us sometime this week.  Naomi Shihab Nye's poem, Boy and Egg, speaks to my feeling, "riveted to the secret of birds".

Later, sitting down to write, those eggs would not leave my mind.  And I remembered last week when I forgot to boil our breakfast eggs.  Our morning sitter and friend, Amy, found the pot of eggs and water, assumed they were cooked, cracked one to peel, and....splat!  Oops!  Let's just say it wasn't the first time.  That gave me the idea for today's poem.

Egg leads to egg, and so I recalled Carl Sandburg's poem, "Arithmetic" in which he asks, "If you ask your mother for two fried eggs for breakfast and she/gives you two fried eggs and you eat both of them, who is/better in arithmetic, you or your mother?"  Here is a book I am ordering right away: an illustrated version of this playful poem!


Students - our minds are funny places, leading us down surprise pathways each day.  Often a particular image, a question, or a memory will follow us around.  If this happens to you, listen and write.  Today I listened to eggs.

If you would like to read about why hard boiled eggs spin, you can do so at npr.  And for more fun eggsperiments, visit here.

I would like to thank Melissa Wiley for her generous post about The Poem Farm at her beautiful family, book, and homeschooling blog, Here in the Bonny Glen.  Melissa is the author of The Martha Years books about Laura Ingalls Wilder's great-grandmother, Martha Morse Tucker, and The Charlotte Years books, about Laura's grandmother, Charlotte Tucker Quiner.  She is also my new friend from Kidlit Con!

Welcome homeschooling families!  On Fridays, I often feature student poetry in this space.  If you have a special poetry ritual or lesson along with children's poetry that you would like to share, please drop me a note.

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