Brooklyn Stew: Rhythmic Poems for a Child and the Child at Heart to Read Together

Brooklyn Stew: Rhythmic Poems for a Child and the Child at Heart to Read Together

by Leslie Saint-Julien


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Brooklyn Stew: Rhythmic Poems for a Child and the Child at Heart to Read Together by Leslie Saint-Julien

Rhythm and rhyming all the way through! This is a pot of a Brooklyn stew! This book has a variety of rhythmic poems. It is written for a child and the child at heart to read together. A fun way to learn poetry and an opportunity to bond, creating memorable moments that will foster a child's imagination and growth. So get your voice ready and keep up with a beat. Help a child learn rhythm as the poetry speaks. Welcome to the mix of a pot of Brooklyn Stew! A few fun poems for a child and you!

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781504951166
Publisher: AuthorHouse
Publication date: 10/02/2015
Pages: 40
Product dimensions: 8.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.11(d)

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Brooklyn Stew!

Rhythmic Poems for a Child and the Child at Heart to Read Together.

By Leslie Saint-Julien, Amrit Tigga


Copyright © 2015 Leslie Saint-Julien
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-5049-5116-6



    It's raining apples!
    What am I to do?
    I wanted one apple, and now I have two!
    It came raining down when I grabbed one for you.
    I will place one back. That is what I will do.
    Oh no! I have four! Here rains two more!
    It's raining apples!
    All over the floor!
    I wanted one apple, and now I have four!

    It's raining apples!
    What am I to do?
    I will put back three, and keep one for you.
    If you want another, please don't send me again!
    I'd rather have no more of this apple rain.


    Fred and his flute could not sing a toot,
    no matter how hard he tried.
    Fred took a deep breath and blew out his might,
    through the flute not a sound would it cry.
    Fred pondered and wondered why this could be?
    Why won't my flute sing for me?
    It has holes down the pipe,
    where my fingers sit tight,
    but yet, I hear no melody.
    Fred picked up his flute and blew one more time,
    to give it just one more try.
    Again, a deep breath, and out did he blow.
    Then out with a sound flew a fly!


    There is a city called Brooklyn, where people roam all about.
    It has been said that some children wear their clothes inside out!
    From their pants to their shirts and blouses to skirts,
    these children have mastered the art of reverse.
    It started with a boy named Igor
    who was eating an ice-cream cone.
    While out at the park, it dripped on his shirt
    and Igor now had to go home.
    Igor's mother had warned him, not to dirty his clothes.
    If he got any stains from his hat to his shoes,
    straight home he was ordered to go.
    Well, he had to visit the doctor,
    and on this day he had to be clean!
    For without any stains or dirt oh his clothes,
    the doctor would not be mean!
    A new season began and time went by,
    now summer had returned once more.
    Igor was due for a check-up again and was
    due to the doctor at four!
    At half-past three he heard the bell of the
    ice-cream truck down the street.
    He bought himself a cone and sat himself down,
    and tried very hard to be neat.
    There went a drip on his shirt it landed
    followed by three to five more.
    Poor Igor knew what he had to do,
    but there wasn't enough time in store.
    So he thought for a moment, creating a plan
    while in circles he ran all about.
    With time running out, Igor thought to himself:
    "I'll reverse my shirt inside out!"
    Other kids saw him all through the town,
    and in Brooklyn it was known all about.
    On your way to the doctor if you dirty your clothes,
    just reverse them all inside out!


    There is a dog in the tree!
    But how can that be?
    A dog cannot climb this tree that I see.
    The dog is now barking and waving at me.
    Well, dogs do not wave.
    That is odd and quite strange.
    This dog is not a dog! He is my friend Dave!


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Table of Contents


Apple Rain, 2,
Fred and His Flute, 4,
Inside Out, 6,
Dog in the Tree, 8,
Green Lemons, 10,
Cartwheels, 12,
Eight Elephants, 14,
Moonlight, 16,
Birthdays, 18,
Jelly Beans, 20,
Listening to Footsteps, 22,
Brooklyn, 24,
Nine Cats, 26,
Mr. Owl, 28,
Hello, 30,
Brooklyn Stew, 32,

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