By rosehill (Wendy)
| Author Notes | This is page one of my eventually to be finished book, Just Like Me From Aa To Zz. My target group is children and former children. Thank you to Lynn Hunt for the artwork |
By rosehill (Wendy)
Bb
Betsy Bernstein
Betsy Bernstein brought her bucket
to the island of Nantucket
one fine Independance Day,
but not for sandy, seaside play.
She bought it 'cause she loves blueberries
more than peaches, plums or cherries.
All year long she dreamed of picking
bushels full of finger-licking,
bitsy bites of juicy heaven.
But, since she was only seven,
she just had a small-sized pail
to carry up the sandy trail.
She picked all day and never spilled
and still her bucket sat half filled
since Betsy, till she fell asleep,
picked five she'd eat, and one she'd keep.
She slept right through the noise and light
of fireworks that filled the night.
Her legs were scratched, her clothes askew,
but Betsy's dream-filled smile was blue.
By rosehill (Wendy)
Cc
Christopher Crumbly
Christopher Crumbly caw-caws like a crow.
at times, like a puppy, he'll growl and then bark,
or else, as an owl, turns his head to-and-fro.
He swims in the Thames and pretends he's a shark.
Crouched down, like a lion, he'll suddenly pounce.
He'll slick up his hair like a woodpecker's crest
then knock with his head - or he'll stand tall and bounce
while scratching his armpits and thumping his chest.
Some times he's a dragon with bright golden wings
who gathers up treasures to hide in his hoard.
Or like Mum's canary, he chirps and he sings
In fact, I'd say Christopher's never been bored.
'Cause Christopher Crumbly's a fun London boy
who loves to act out all the things that he's read.
He doesn't need ipads or some plastic toy.
He plays, "Guess what animal I am?" instead.
| Author Notes | This is page three for the children's book I am writing. It will be called Just Like Me From Aa to Zz. It is children's poetry but by that I am not limiting it to those four feet high and under. I like to think that it will engage not only children but former children as well. Special thanks to Lynn Hunt for her delightful artwork. |
By rosehill (Wendy)
Dd
Dante Daza
Dante Daza loves to dance
and does each time he gets the chance.
He never does one single thing
where parts of him don't swirl and swing.
He'll sashay up and down the hall
then run and flip, high off the wall.
A quick-step Paso Doble fan,
does he Fandango? Yes he can!
His heels click, click Flamenco hops.
He sways and bobs and rarely stops.
When it's siesta time he'll nap
but as he dreams his feet tap, tap.
While other kids go out to play
he practices pas de bourree.
Some day, he hopes, he'll be a star
and dance on stages near and far.
It takes hard work to have that chance,
but Dante Daza loves to dance.
| Author Notes |
This will be chapter 4 in my book in progress, Just Like Me From Aa To Zz. Again, thanks to Lynn Hunt for her artwork. Thanks for reading.
For those of you who don't watch Dancing With The Stars: Sashay: a figure in which partners circle each other by taking sideways steps. Pasodoble: (pass-oh-do-blay) Meaning double-step in Spanish, it is a lively traditional and ballroom dance modeled after the drama of the Spanish bullfight. Fandango: A lively couples dance from Spain, usually in triple metre, traditionally accompanied by guitars and castanets or hand-clapping Pas de bourree (Pa-de-boo-ray): noun; ballet move - a sideways step in which one foot crosses behind or in front of the other. |
By rosehill (Wendy)
Ee
Edna Ellis
Yes, Edna Ellis loves to eat
but only likes things if they're sweet
like ice cream, cookies, pies and cakes.
She dreams of them and when she wakes
it's donut holes she likes to munch.
Plump sugar plums? The perfect lunch.
For snack she licks a lollypop
plus pudding with whipped cream on top.
For dinner she'll eat ten eclairs -
all by herself. She never shares.
Nope, not one bite of any treat.
'Cause Edna Ellis isn't sweet.
| Author Notes |
This is a page for the children's book I am writing. It will be called Just Like Me From Aa to Zz. It is children's poetry but by that I am not limiting it to those four feet high and under. I like to think that it will engage not only children but former children as well. Special thanks to Lynn Hunt for her delightful artwork.
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By rosehill (Wendy)
Ff
| Author Notes |
This is chapter 6 of my yet to be completed book, Just Like Me From Aa to Zz. Thanks again to Lynn Hunt for the fine artwork.
Cicadas: Periodical cicadas are found only in the United States east of the Great Plains. The 17-year cicadas are found mainly in the northern, eastern, and western part of their range. The 13-year cicadas predominate in the South. They are huge flying bugs that look like winged beetles. They make a noise that some refer to as a song, I think it is straight out of a horror movie. They lie dormant until summer then emerge; a noisy, raucous affair, with the large insects buzzing at an almost deafening level and crashing into objects, as well as people and pets, in their clumsy flights as they search for mates. |
By rosehill (Wendy)
Gittle Goldman lights the candles,
three times gathers in the light,
as the family comes together
for Shabbat each Friday night.
Pass the wine and pray Kiddush.
Accept God's presence in the home.
Once her mother says the blessing
they respond, "Shabbat Shalom."
Hands are washed, then, in the quiet,
break the braided Challa bread.
Once it's broken, so is silence.
Talk and laughter start instead.
As they share the week behind with
future plans to dream, discuss,
Gittle Goldman smiles and thinks,
"We keep Shabbat and it keeps us."
| Author Notes |
This will be the seventh poem in my book, "Just Like Me From Aa to Zz which will be popping up on FB in the near future (when and if I can figure out how to post it.)
Shabbat: The Jewish Sabbath literally translated means rest or cessation. According to halakha (Jewish religious law), Shabbat is observed from a few minutes before sunset on Friday evening until the appearance of three stars in the sky on Saturday night. Shabbat Shalom: Shabbat is Hebrew for Sabbath, and Shalom means peace. It is a greeting and a wish. Kiddush: The Hebrew word kiddush translates as "Sanctification" Or "Separation" and to verbally declare Shabbat separate and holy - once during prayers, and then again holding a cup of wine before the Shabbat evening meal. The declaration is comprised of three parts: recitation of verses from the Torah regarding the holiness of Shabbat, the blessing over the wine, and a blessing in which thanks is given for giving the family the gift of Shabbat. Challa Bread: a special Jewish ceremonial bread, from which a small portion has been set aside as an offering, usually braided, and eaten on Sabbath and Jewish holidays. Silence is kept as the bread is passed with each person breaking off a piece. |
By rosehill (Wendy)
Hh
Hidalgo Hernandez has magical hands.
When he wields a paintbrush his dreams come to life.
His palette holds clouds, yellow suns, silver stars,
and storm waves to sculpt with his swift putty knife
As colors form shapes, with each stroke and each swirl,
he blends them to play with the shadows and light.
Sometimes there's no picture, just daubs and a splash
whirled tightly together in bright-hued delight.
Hidalgo imagines: small hot pink giraffes,
some silly square soccer balls, lemons that dance.
Those bright purple pickle trees, strange greenish skies
appear in his pictures not merely by chance.
Since art can be anything he thinks to draw
with pencils or crayons or markers or chalk,
sometimes he'll use charcoal and smudge up a page.
Sometimes he'll just sketch while his mind takes a walk.
Hidalgo says painting is what sets him free.
On canvas he'll catch what his heart understands.
If you saw his artwork I think you'd agree;
Hidalgo Hernandez has magical hands.
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| Author Notes | This will be page 8 in my book, Just Like Me From Aa to Zz. Thanks to Lynn Hunt for her wonderful artwork. |
By rosehill (Wendy)
| Author Notes | This is chapter 9 of my book in progress, Just Like Me From Aa to Zz. Thanks to Lynn Hunt for her art. |
By rosehill (Wendy)
Jj
When Jasmine Jafarieh jumps
her jump rope makes a slapping sound.
Her feet lift up with lightning speed.
It seems they barely touch the ground.
And as she climbs back to the sky
her rope keeps twirling round and round.
So those who see her smile and say,
"The queen of jump rope has been crowned!"
But there's a secret she won't share.
Her quick feet do not simply pound
the concrete sidewalk in the park
that cuts across the grassy mound.
For as she jumps she makes up rhymes
which start as words that roll around.
Sometimes the rhythm double skips.
Her feet tap-tap, words come unbound.
But when they catch up with the beat
the silly rhymes make sense, she's found.
So, Jasmine Jafarieh jumps.
But when you hear that slapping sound
and see the smile that lights her face
as rope and words twirl round and round
she's writing poems in her head . . .
no matter where her feet are bound.
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| Author Notes | This is chapter 10 of my book in progress, Just Like Me From Aa To Zz. Again, many thanks to Lynn Hunt for her artwork. - Wendy |
By rosehill (Wendy)
Karli Kenol can’t keep quiet.
He’s a noisy, messy child.
Though he tries, his voice won’t whisper
and his laugh is loud and wild.
He leaves crumbs the size of boulders,
runs inside with muddy shoes,
puts his hand prints on the windows,
leaves the toothpaste out to ooze.
He likes toys that clang and whistle,
buzzing, booming, howls, and hoots,
shrieks, and bangs, and roars, and hisses,
clashing cymbals, honks, and toots.
He will not pick up his toys and
drops his clothes down on the ground.
That’s the only thing that Karli
does that doesn’t make a sound.
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By rosehill (Wendy)
Ll
Lakeesha Little has big lips
that look amazing when she sips
from soda straws. She loves to pout
for selfies, so she sticks them out.
Some people's lips are really thin,
some shaped into a constant grin,
some show the teeth, some cupid bows,
some just a slash, some never close.
So if someone should laugh and point,
don't let your nose get out of joint.
Your lips should never make you sad
or mirror leave you feeling bad.
Lakeesha Little is so wise.
She says, "Lips come in every size.
But mine will always be in style.
since lips are perfect when they smile."
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| Author Notes | Another big thank you to Lynn Hunt for the artwork. This will be page 12 in my book in progress, Just Like Me From Aa to Zz |
By rosehill (Wendy)
| Author Notes | Page 13 for my book in progress, Just Like Me From Aa To Zz. Thanks again to Lynn Hunt for scooting out all the artwork. Thanks for reading. - Wendy |
By rosehill (Wendy)
| Author Notes |
The Iditarod: is the most well known dog sled race in the world. In 1925 A diphtheria outbreak in Nome, Alaska created an emergency need for medical supplies to be delivered and dogsledders made the journey. The current race commemorates that mission and partially follows the same route.The race ranges from 975 to 998 miles, based on whether the southern or northern route is being run. The length can also vary from year to year based on course conditions. The race begins on the first Saturday in march. The ceremonial start is in Anchorage but the competitive part of the race usually begins the next day in Willow. There may be only one musher (driver of the sled) per team. There are, on average, 16 dogs on each team. At least five dogs must be in harness at the finish line. There are about 25 checkpoints along the race and the musher must make a mandatory 24 hour stop at some point during the race.
Trace: To follow the course or trail. To make one's way along a trail or course. This will be page14 of my book in progress, Just Like Me From Aa to Zz. Thanks for reading. Thanks again to Lynn Hunt for her illustrations. |
By rosehill (Wendy)
Oo
Olaf Owren starts off rowin'
till he's reached the briny sea.
Then he yells out to his first mate,
"Hoist the jib, we're harbor free!"
Drinks are stowed beneath the cushions,
biscuits in the galley hatch.
Pockets filled with packs of crackers,
they set sail; a whale to catch.
Suddenly the sea turns stormy.
Quickly, Olaf's tale unfurls.
"Hurry, Matey, let the sails out!"
His imagination whirls.
"Look ye sharp, a whale's afore ye.
and the current's running strong.
Hard alee! Watch for her tail, lad!
If we're swamped we won't last long"
When he yells his mother peeks in,
glad to see him safe at sea.
"Put the couch back when your finished.
keep your stuff behind the . . . quay."
Olaf nods, "Why, thank ye mermaid.
We'll be turned home with the tide.
I'll drop anchor when the snow stops
then, me thinks, we'd head outside."
When he docks he folds the sails and
stuffs them back behind the couch,
books set on the coffee table,
dog treats in his sweatshirt pouch.
Matey barks and follows Olaf,
four legs match his master's stride,
glad to be aboard whenever
Olaf Owren's stuck inside.
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| Author Notes |
This will be chapter 15 of my book in progress, Just Like Me From Aa To Zz. Thanks to Lynn Hunt for her artwork.
Jib: a triangular staysail set forward of the forwardmost mast. Galley: Kitchen on a ship alee: upon or toward the lee side of a vessel; away from the wind quay: (pronounced kee) Warf, pier, jetty, concrete structure for unloading ships. |
By rosehill (Wendy)
Pp
Priscilla Pigsley was so spoiled
she always got to have her way.
So mean she wouldn't share her toys,
and always chose which games to play.
Her parents didn't seem to think
Priscilla Pigsley was so spoiled.
They pampered her with gifts and fed
her chocolates when her temper boiled.
She had no bed time, did no chores.
They laughed at every thing she said.
Priscilla Pigsley was so spoiled,
they clapped each time she wet the bed.
So, poor Priscilla pouts alone.
She's mad, her slinky's smashed, uncoiled.
But no one comes to play because
Priscilla Pigsley was so spoiled.
| Author Notes | This will be chapter (page)16 in my this-is-taking-forever children's book to be titled, Just Like Me From Aa To Zz. You can see the Alpha kids already posted as chapters in the book if you look at the top of the poem or go to my portfolio. Thanks again to Lynn Hunt for the perfect artwork. |
By rosehill (Wendy)
| Author Notes |
Sasquatch: Canadian version of Big foot, Yeti,
Lake Okanogan is a real lake in Canada where it is said that the Ogopogo ( the equivalent of the Loch Ness Monster) dwells. Thank you to Alana Hastings for the wonderful artwork. Quinotaur: a bull with five heads is a mythological creature of Flemish origin, . |
By rosehill (Wendy)
Rr
When Rami Rawat runs so fast his tall white turban comes unwound,
the tiger sees him as a blur - his slippers simply make no sound.
As Rami's shadow speeds on by, the jackals yowl and crook their claws.
He laughs to see great angry tears when crocodiles clamp empty jaws;
Proud antelope and panther sigh, each longing to be half as spry.
If monkeys scream and scratch their heads, did running Rami just go by?
He'll race past shy rhinoceri. His pace can prick a lion's pride.
The sloth could not slow Rami down (to tell the truth, it barely tried).
He loves the pounding of his heart and cooling air as it blows past.
The forest seems to stand quite still since Rami Rawat runs so fast.
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| Author Notes | This will be page 18 of my book in progress, Just Like Me From Aa To Zz. You can access the other completed poems in the chapter listing above or from my portfolio. A huge thank you to the artistic talent of Lynn Hunt for the artwork. |
By rosehill (Wendy)
Ss
Since Sven Svorensson loved to sing
- but only in his favorite swing --
his mom would take him to the park
where kids flew kites and dogs would bark.
But when she pushed him towards the sky
Sven's voice rang out so sweet and high
that kites flew free and dogs sat still.
Why, even birds forgot to trill.
As boy and song flew through the air
most everyone would stop and stare
at singing Sven whose swing would arc
while he gave concerts in the park.
| Author Notes | This will be page 19 in my book in progress, Just Like Me From Aa To Zz. If you want to see more, just click on the chapters above the picture. Thanks to Lynn Hunt for her fine artwork. |
By rosehill (Wendy)
Tt
| Author Notes | This will be page 20 of my book in progress, Just Like Me From Aa To Zz. Another thank you to Lynn Hunt for her Illustrations. Thanks for reading. |
By rosehill (Wendy)
Uu
While Umay Ulessys loves olives the best,
she'll tell you, "All Greek food's the best of the rest!"
There's bread with a pocket to stuff stuff inside
she calls, "Sneaky Pita - where food goes to hide."
Souvlaki, you dip, is a smile on a stick:
Tahani sauce rocks, but Tzatziki's her pick.
Just watch Umay snack and it's hard not to smile.
She feasts with abandon, in true Umay style:
Her salty, white feta cheese, crumbles and breaks.
That silly, scrunchupity face that she makes
while slurping up spoonfuls of sour Lemon soup
is cute - but there's one food that makes Umay whoop.
For Umay Ulessys loves olives the best -
"Mom takes out the pits and I gobble the rest."
Her dad says, " You know not to play with your food,"
but olives put Umay in such a good mood
she places the olives on fingers and thumbs
(it's not like the feta which leaves lotsa crumbs).
Then one at a time she will nibble them clean
then fill them again. She likes black ones, not green.
"The gods made the olive trees magic" she'll say.
"Our people work hard, but we Greeks live to play."
To Umay Ulessys, her island of Crete
has all the cool foods. "We make fun you can eat!
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| Author Notes |
This is chapter (page 21) of my now completed book, "Just Like Me From Aa To Zz" for children and former children. The final art is not completed yet, but I couldn't wait. I would be so pleased if you would view the whole book and let me know what you think. - Wendy
Souvlaki: pronounced sue-vla-key is a popular Greek fast food consisting of small pieces of meat and sometimes vegetables grilled on a skewer and served with a dipping in sauce. Tahani: pronounced Ta-hahn-ee, is a dipping sauce Tzatziki: pronounced, Cha-cheeky, is a dipping sauce Crete: Crete is the largest and most populous of the Greek islands. |
By rosehill (Wendy)
V v
Vevina Vallelly has fiery red curls
that will not be tamed. It's as if they had wings.
As wild as the highlands, like bagpipe's high skirls
it bounds round her head as if made up of springs!
Her eyes are as green as the rich Irish grass
that grows in the meadows where she likes to roam.
One look and you know she's a fey sort of lass;
red freckles on skin white as frothing milk's foam.
She's sure that it's leprechaun mischief, not pigs,
who dig up the garden and leave things a mess.
"They bury their gold here then, dancing a jig,
run off with our beans!" That's Vevina's best guess.
She searches for fairies all over the glen
because of the stories surrounding her birth.
Mum said she was found at the fringe of the fen;
a fairy-child: air mixed with magic and earth.
She dreams she's a changling; if old tales be true
of scarlet haired fairy queens, skin white as pearls.
While Mum's hair is black as the ash on the flue,
Vevina Vallelly has fiery red curls.
| Author Notes |
This will be page (chapter) 22 in my still being composed book, Just Like Me From Aa To Zz. Again, thanks to Lynn Hunt for her wonderful artwork.
Skirls: the high, shrill, wailing sound, made by bagpipes. Fey: giving an impression of vague unworldliness. Leprechaun: A leprechaun is a type of fairy in Irish folklore. They are usually depicted as little bearded men, wearing a coat and hat, who partake in mischief and hoard gold which they bury. Their cache can only be found at the end of a rainbow. Changeling: A changeling child was believed to be a fairy child that had been left in place of a human child. |
By rosehill (Wendy)
W w
Won-il and Willow Woo are twins.
She ends each sentence he begins.
"Hey mom, can we," he starts to say
but Willow adds, ". . . go out to play?"
Their overalls and tee shirts match.
They both have bright red balls to catch.
If Won wants something, she does too.
If he smells skunk, she shouts, "Pee-yew!!!"
While Won-il loves that he's a twin:
that Willow shares his eyes and chin,
their small, flat nose and deep black hair,
sometimes it's hard to be a pair.
He never gets to speak alone,
not to his friends, not on the phone.
Yes, Willow's with him everywhere
since she thinks twins should always share.
Mom picks out clothes that matchy-match:
he ripped his pants to get a patch,
mom sewed him one, bright red on blue
but, Willow sewed herself one too.
He hopes, one day she'll find a friend
and then this two-too-much will end.
They'll both be ones, not one of two.
He thinks twins shouldn't stick like glue . . .
The way Won-il and Willow do.
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| Author Notes | Page 23 of my Alphabet kids for my almost completed book, Just Like Me From Aa To Zz. Continued thanks to Lynn Hunt for her artistry. |
By rosehill (Wendy)
Xx
Yes, Xai-He Xaing loves gardening
where Hua Mei Thrushes chirp and sing
and busy ants in tidy lines
go marching up Clematis vines.
She loves the Date trees - not their thorns -
each Golden Lily’s trumpet horns,
bright Poppies, tender Bamboo shoots,
Jujubes, and their luscious fruits.
She kneels down near the dark brown earth
where seeds she’s sown will soon give birth
to herbs and spices for her food
and will not let the weeds intrude.
Star Anise trees shade ginger root
while Xai-He tends the Lantern Fruit
they'll add when mother makes a pie
from Nashi pears which bloom nearby.
She tends her huayuan every day
right after school, before she’ll play,
through summer, fall, and in the spring.
Yes, Xia-He Xaing loves gardening.
| Author Notes |
Xai-He Xaing is pronounced: shy-he sheong
Hua Mei is pronounced: hwa may Jujubes: is pronounced Ju Ju bess, huayuan: is pronounced hwa- wan; Chinese for garden. |
By rosehill (Wendy)
Yani Yergler loves to yodel
when he hikes the mountains high.
From the peaks his singing echos,
soaring through the Alpine sky.
Yo-de-le-hee, oh-de-le-hee,
then his voice comes racing back.
Oh-de-le-hee, yo-de-le-hee,
sounding from the furthest track.
When he sees the working Goatherds
guide their goats along the trail,
oh so many oh-de-le-hees
bounce along the heights they scale.
Though he roams the peaks and valleys
with his faithful dog named Jack,
Jack has never found the boy with
Yani’s voice who answers back.
| Author Notes | Page 25 of my book in progress, Just Like Me From Aa to Zz. Thanks to Lynn Hunt for her artwork. |
By rosehill (Wendy)
| Author Notes | This, of course will be the final page in my children's book, Just Like Me From Aa to Zz. I am bouncing around the alphabet as my muse directs. Thanks to Lynn hunt for the fabulous artwork. |
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