Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Fall Story Assignment

The Goose Who Tried to Keep Summer
There was once an old Wild Goose who had led the flock of other wild geese every fall for years and years on their way south. He had a thick coat of white feathers, he wore orange-colored boots, and his bill was like a gold trumpet when he opened it to call,

Honk, honk, honk!

That was the signal for the others to rise from the meadows and the marshes. He flew at their head, and the rest followed, one line on one side and one line on the other. He thought himself most important.
Over the woods and the fields and the waters, every one looked for the old Wild Goose in the fall.

Honk, honk, honk!

That was the Wild Goose telling them that it was time to get ready for the winter in the woods, and in the fields, and over the waters. He knew they waited for him, so he had grown to feel very proud of himself. He lived in a marsh that was sheltered on both sides by trees and was comfortable, even if there was a frost now and then. A robin had once stayed in those trees all winter and he sang proudly about it.

"Why do I trouble to go south?" the old Wild Goose thought to himself. "The weather here will not grow cold if I stay. Honk, honk; I shall not trouble myself to migrate this fall and then we shall see what will happen! Very likely I shall keep the summer!"

No one knew what the Goose had decided, and they listened for him.

The dandelion looked up from her home in the field and bobbed her little head as she waited to hear the call of the Wild Goose. Every fall she had sent a flock of winged seeds flying along with him as far as they could go. Then they would drop in other fields and begin making more dandelions for next year. She knew she must not wait too long. She listened, but she did not hear his honk, honk, honk!

Puff, whirr; off she sent her tiny winged seed without the call of the old Wild Goose.

The farmer buttoned his coat tightly and looked up among the gray clouds to see the Goose. Every fall he listened to hear the call of the Wild Goose as he gathered his harvest. He knew, though, that he must not wait too long. He took his grain to the mill and filled his barn with red apples, and orange pumpkins, and yellow corn. He made warmer beds for the cows and horses, and cut logs to burn in his fireplace. He was soon ready for winter without the help of the old Wild Goose.

The brook called and called for the Goose. Every fall she waited for him to fly over and then she built her winter roof, for she knew then that no other wild bird would need to drink from her waters. She must not wait long, though. There were her fish, and the water spider, and the beaver to shelter all winter. So the brook forgot, at last, about the old Wild Goose and built a smooth ice roof to keep her children warm until spring.

Honk, honk, cried all the other wild geese. "It is time to migrate! Come with us!"

Honk, honk, honk, cried the old Wild Goose, from the sheltered marsh where he did not know what was going on. "I am not flying south this year. I am staying north to keep the summer."

Honk, honk, "What a terrible time it will be!" cried all the other geese. They talked among themselves, saying that no good could come of turning the seasons about, and of how he would probably be eaten in the end. Then they selected a wise young goose who had been end man the year before, and they made him their leader. His boots were quite as orange and his bill as golden as those of the old Goose, and he could honk very well indeed. They went south with the new leader.

Soon Winter came. He wore a crown of snowflakes. His cloak was embroidered with frost, and he carried a huge icicle as his sceptre. Every one was ready for him. The dandelion bowed her bare head as Winter passed. The barn doors were closed, and the cattle stood, safe and warm, in their stalls.

But the Wild Goose felt Winter coming. An icy wind blew through his feathers. His throat was so stiff with cold that he could not blow his trumpet. His orange boots froze stiff as the marsh turned to ice.
"It must be the winter coming in spite of me," he thought to himself. "It seems that I have not kept him away after all. I shall die, for he will freeze me. What shall I do?"

Then a sunbeam, that was still strong enough to help a little, heard the faint cries of the old Wild Goose and was sorry for him. She melted the ice so that the Goose could pull out his feet, first one, and then the other. She stood for a moment in Winter's path as the Goose rose and stretched his stiff wings, and then started south.

The chilly air was like a blast on his head. He was obliged to fly slowly, but he managed to call as he went,

"Honk, honk, Here I am. I fly to tell you that Winter is coming."

He looked down at the woods, and the fields, and the waters. How strange! They had known it. They had not waited for the call of the old Wild Goose.


One of my most favorite seasons is Autumn with the leaves turning colors, falling to the ground, and the rustling sounds they make as you walk through them.  Fall is just as much a re-birth and changing of the seasons as we prepare for winter.  In my yard I am blessed to have many trees and I can't wait for them to show there colors in the fall but also can not wait to see the buds and birth coming into spring.  I also love taking drives and capturing pictures of what I see and I noticed along the way.  Its a part of fall that I enjoy the most and hope that someday you will get the chance to experience it for yourself. 
There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!  ~Percy Bysshe Shelley

Thursday, October 6, 2011

History of Halloωℯℯɳ

In class we discussed the origin of halloween and what some people do to celebrate it.  There are many definitions from a celebration of summer's end to the more scarey topics of ghost, ghouls and goblins.
We had a word hunt for things to fill in blanks for our language part.  Words that rhymed and clues for others. 

Our Star Soapy will be decorating the bulletin board with her creative flair.  And the next Star, Ashland, and will hold reign thru the weekend.  She will be decorating our board next week.

Your first assignments were due, as well as, notifying me of your blog address where your journaling will take place.  Please make sure all that work is turned in by Friday.  As always any questions please contact me.

Monday, October 3, 2011

~ Welcome All Stars ~

Welcome to our "New All Stars" and welcome back to my returning Stars !!  I'm looking forward to meeting new faces and seeing my regulars from last term.  I hope to bring you a variety of subjects and materials and make this a good experience for you.  So come in, take a seat and be prepared to have some fun.  I'm happy to have you all here !!

Friday, September 23, 2011

Favorite Poem by Peacey

Title : HUG O' WAR
Written by Shel Silverstein

I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses,
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,
And everyone wins.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Our Final Week

Sad but its true we are in our final week of classes this term.  All work should be handed out for your report cards and last but not least your PROJECT BOARDS are due this week.  Each student will present them before the class and then pass them off to me. 

Remember this is your own style and creativity and in no way should you be worried about the ones you've seen.  Each of you are individual and no two boards are alike.  Any questions please ask and I will help as much as I can.

Favorite Poem by Viviana

"Oh, the Places You'll Go!" by Dr. Seuss

You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.

You're on your own.
And you know what you know.
And YOU are the one who'll decide where to go.

You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed.
You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead.

Wherever you fly, you'll be the best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

I'm sorry to say so
But, sadly it's true
That bang-ups and hang-ups
Can happen to you.
     
On and on you will hike, And I know you'll hike far
and face up to your problems whatever they are.

You'll get mixed up of course, as you already know.
You'll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go.

So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
And remember that Life's a great balancing act.

Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.

Will you succeed?
Yes you will indeed!
(98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)
 

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