My friend Joanne complained that there were no pictures of my bearded collie, Psyche, on the site.  The next day, Psyche complained that there were no pictures of Joanne on the site. Go figure. In the interest of keeping everybody happy . . .

Another poem from the first-grade poets at the William Rowe School in Yarmouth, ME. We started by reading my picture book, In the Wild. Next, we chose an animal to write about. Then, we made a list of all the words that made us think of foxes.  We talked about rhyming, rhythm, and descriptive words.  Finally, we wrote this poem together.  Thanks to their wonderful teachers : Mrs. Miller, Mrs. Roux, and Mrs. Rafford:

The Fox

Red as fire

quick as a spark

the fox creeps slowly

in the hungry dark.

The bold rooster, the chicks,  the hens,

all grow quiet, frightened in their pens.

Take a look at the poem the morning  kindergarden  kids and I wrote together at The William Rowe School in Yarmouth, Maine.  Pretty amazing, huh? Thanks to their wonderful teachers Mrs Bean and Mrs. Warren.

I’ll be posting the poems from the other classes in the next couple of days.

Here’s to the Snakes!

Here’s to the snakes!

The slither people snakes!

Here’s to the biting ones,

The in-the-woodpile-hiding ones.

And here’s to the slimy ones

The  in-this-poem-they’re-rhymy ones.

Oh! I love the snakes!