Children's Literature - Marilyn Courtot
This collection of very simple poems focuses on a typical, well maybe not typical, school day. From first thing in the morning, when the school stands ready--"My windows are shinning,/This day is brand new,/Good morning,/Good morning./I'm waiting for you." to the closing bell when the kids head on home, there is lots of good humor in both words and illustrations. The class goldfish swims around his bowl in three poems, while Jack's pencil is kidnapped and trapped in Clark's desk and a hot dog grows cold on a cafeteria tray. Join the fun. Teachers and kids might be inspired to write short poems about their own school experiences. "An I Can Read book"
K-Gr 2-An introduction to poetry and personification that gives voice to the everyday objects found in a school. From the "Good Morning" welcome of the building to the shrill good-bye of "The School Bell," beginning readers will be captivated by the quirky personalities of things that normally receive little notice. This wacky world of rhyme brings to life a petrified pencil trapped in a desk, monkey bars, and a slide, among other items. Reed's zany artwork is a perfect complement to the humorous poetry.-Maura Bresnahan, Shawsheen School, Andover, MA Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
Dakos's collection of 23 poems from the perspective of items found at school satisfies the I Can Read requirements of simplicity and word repetition, but may not lure beginning readers back for a second time. The material is uninspiring: The school's front door says, "Keep me shut,/I have the flu,/Achooooooooo!/Achooooooooo!/Achooooooooo!/Achooooooooo!/Keep me shut,/I have the flu." A book sings "Happy Birthday" to a ruler, then sings "Happy Unbirthday" when the ruler says that it is not its birthday. Also appearing are a couple of clever itemsone on a kidnapped pencil and another on a comb pulling hazardous dutyalong with some typographic elements that amiably convey the idea that words are malleable; Reed's illustrations possess geniality and character, making some inanimate objects very personable. (Picture book. 4-8)
Read an Excerpt
I've been taken hostage
By that creepy kid, Clark.
He stuck me in his desk,
Where it's smelly and dark.
He won't let me out
And he won't give me back.
I'm sitting here yelling,
"I'm in the desk, Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!"