Marilyn Singer Part Two

Beavers in November

 

This stick        here

That stick        there

 

   Mud, more mud, add mud, good mud

 

That stick        here

This stick        there

 

   Mud, more mud, add mud, good mud

 

            You pat

            I gnaw

            I pile

            You store

This stick        here

That stick        there


   Mud, more mud, add mud, good mud


            You guard

            I pack

            I dig

            You stack


That stick        here

This stick        there


   Mud, more mud, add mud, good mud


            I trim

            You mold

            To keep

            Out cold


This stick        here

That stick        there


   Mud, more mud, add mud, good mud


Marilyn Singer

 

 

Canada Goose

 

Did I tell you?

I should tell you

Going home

We're going home

Are you coming?

Yes, you're coming

Going home

We're going home

How the sun will warm each feather

How the wind will make us fly

Follow me – I'll be your leader

As we flap across the sky

Are you ready?

I am ready

Going home

We're going home

Is it time now?

It is time now

October's happened

And we're going home


Marilyn Singer

 


Bullhead in Autumn

 

     in autumn

I settle

       belly down in the shallows

above me

       leaves

          red and yellow

     spinning slowly

          in the wind and water

on the shore

     a lone fisher

         casts a line

     begging me to bite

donb't waste your time, fisher

     it's autumn

         and in autumn

I settle

         belly down in the shallows

 

 

Marilyn Singer

 

 

 

 

I promised you the first one in an earlier post; it's definitely a favorite with me.  Perhaps you remember our choral reading (in three groups) of it in Integrated Arts class.  Maybe you even remember acting out the second poem in a small group; it lends itself well to that.  Asking students to act out poems is a fantastic way to grow their brains via creative drama.  The worthwhile challenge for them is in making decisions about how to use their voices and bodies.  All of these poems came from Turtle in July by Marilyn Singer.  The illustrations were done by the equally fabulous Jerry Pinkney.

 

Do you want to submit a poem or poems for this section?  It could be yours – or a favorite of yours by someone else.  Just let me know via the CONTACT page on this site.