This book is a good pick for older readers around the 4th grade age. I love the themes of this as I love nature themes I think it‘s very engaging for elementary age students.
This book is a good pick for older readers around the 4th grade age. I love the themes of this as I love nature themes I think it‘s very engaging for elementary age students.
Award-winning children's poet Joyce Sidman and engraver and small press operator Rick Allen join forces in this poetic picture-book examination of the lives of animals and plants in winter.
I enjoyed the poems here, and found the artwork absolutely lovely. My only disappointment was that there was no poem about the fox, seen on the cover, and on every page.
#SleighTheShelves Day 5: Fats shared an excerpt from this collection, entitled #Snowflake Wakes for Poetry Friday. More here: https://wp.me/pDlzr-b9k
“Skunk cabbage peeks up through the snow: the first flower in the wood”
“Skunk cabbage peeks up through the snow: the first flower in the wood”
Great book to introduce kids to nature about the winter time with poems. The informational paragraphs offer even more information and the pictures make it fun to read/ look at.
2014, poetry. Book with a collection of poems that tell about nature and animals during the winter season. For each poem there is a page with the poem and then the next page has a informational paragraph about the animal the poem discusses and how it survives in the winter time. Pictures match the poems and fill the entire pages.
Is about how bees become one to survive in the winter.
#SeasonsReadings Day 16: #BabyItsColdOutside is perfect for this poetry collection of the cold weather by the prolific Joyce Sidman.
Fats featured snippets of her fave poems:
We dreamed ourselves so far aloft
that the earth curved beneath us
and nothing sang but
a whistling vee of light.
When we woke, we were covered with snow.
We rose in a billow of white.
Her full post here: https://wp.me/pDlzr-b9k
What do the trees know?
To bend when all the wild winds blow.
Roots are deep and time is slow.
All we grasp we must let go.