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seasons for sowing seasons for sewing seasons for saving seasons for singing The season of singing Voices springing Moon winking, Grasshoppers jumping Kids bleating Blades rustling in the gay glades with crickets chirping the sun smiling, greeting the happy season which sings its coming listen now ...
‘vary’ – pace, rhythm, expression and volume in relation to meaning. Capture performances and create class CDs, film clips or perform for other classes or in assembly. We may never fully understand Tyger but we can have it by heart and love the mystery. Bring poems alive with great ...
Choreographer and performer Phia Ménard’s Après-midi Version 1 (the one made for kids – when I asked my friend Wang what the adult version was like, he took an ominous air and said, “Darker.”) was part of the Lafayette Anticipations’ annual Echelle Humaine dance performance program,...
When I was a high school teacher, I always shared one poem with my classes at the beginning of the year:“A Journey” by Nikki Giovanni. I didn’t give my students much context beforehand, we just jumped into the poem’s opening: “It’s a journey . . . that I propose . . . ...
Sit awhile and read some poetry to your kids, in your children’s classes, your devotions and holy day celebrations, or on your home visits. These poems tell stories about friends, family, and faith. They really like to be read out loud, so make them happy and fill the air with words...
deeply eccentric kids, living alone with their mothers and struggling through resit classes in college. But all that was to change on the day they kidnapped Charley Price in an old motor they'd just stolen, and made a heroic run with her for the ferry to the far land where the tulips ...
old drinkers who told me about their trouble with the communists. I met survivors of the Holocaust in quiet nineteenth century looking parlor rooms. I played music, taught my classes, wrote poems in bars called Café Goethe and The White Raven. I wrote letters by hand. I read books. It ...
“I let out whatever I had in me,” says Gomez, who ratedhigh-fivesand props, even from kids she didn’t know. “It was crazy because (before) these kids would see me in the hallway and just walk past, but once I slammed they heard me.” ...
the impossible for the possibility of something similar to you? When melody was in the lakes you stood next to them and listened to me as if my voice created harmony in the natural world. It must have been my eye which created harmony in the sky, ...