Triple Crown Awards' 2017-2018 Gallery Honor “Just the thing for readers with a burgeoning interest in poetry—or angling.”—Publishers Weekly Nine-year-old Sam loves fishing with his dad. So when his pesky little sister, Lucy, horns in on their fishing trip, he’s none too pleased. All ends well in this winsome book of poems—each labeled with its proper poetic form. Together the poems build a dawn-to-dusk story of a father-son bond, of sibling harmony lost and found—and, most of all, of delicious anticipation. Charming line drawings animate the poetry with humor and drama, and the extensive Poet’s Tackle Box at the end makes this the perfect primer to hook aspiring poets of all ages.
|Publisher:||Houghton Mifflin Harcourt|
|Product dimensions:||5.00(w) x 7.40(h) x 0.50(d)|
|Age Range:||6 - 9 Years|
About the Author
Tamera Will Wissinger has fond memories of night-crawler hunting with her father before fishing trips. She splits her time between Florida and Chicago.Matthew Cordell knows all about fishing trips from his South Carolina childhood. He lives with his family in Gurnee, Illinois. Visit his website at www.matthewcordell.com.
Read an Excerpt
Dad and I hunt worms tonight.
Tiptoe near and grab them quick.
Tug-o-war with earth and worm.
Set our bucket near the door.
Look out, fish — we’re on our way!
JUST DAD AND ME
Free Verse Poem
For fishing tomorrow
it’s just us two.
Not Mom, not Grandpa,
It’ll be like playing catch or
painting the garage.
Just Dad and me.
MY TACKLE BOX
I love my fishing tackle box — it’s green and blue and gold.
My grandpa gave it to me when I wasn’t very old.
I need to get it ready for tomorrow at the lake.
We’re leaving in the morning just as soon as we’re awake.
One tiny click and now my treasure chest is open wide.
A shelf with lots of little spaces holds my gear inside.
My silver sinkers, wiggle worms, my floating frogs, my line.
My shiny spinner lures, my bobbers, hooks—there’re 29.
The shelf is on a hinge—it hides my secret space below.
It’s where I keep my special treasures out of sight—OH NO!
. . . Where’s my compass?
Where’s my map?
Where’s my lucky fishing cap?
Where’s my stringer?
This princess doll does not belong!
. . . What is this?
A polka-dotted circus clown?
A tiny bottle of perfume?
I smell Lucy in my room!
FISHING FOR PRETEND
Dramatic Poem for One, Quatrains
Oh, Sam—you’re here. Come on, let’s play!
I’m fishing for pretend tonight.
It’s fun to use your gear this way.
Hold on, I think I have a bite.
Your map’s a paper fishing boat.
Your compass is the steering wheel.
I think our boat could really float.
It would be fun to fish for real.
Your stringer makes a tiny lake.
I didn’t crumple up your map.
Your compass works—it didn’t break.
I sure do like your fishing cap.
I didn’t snoop—I made a trade.
Stay here, sit down, don’t go away.
Don’t you like the boat I made?
Your fishing stuff is fun—come play!
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
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Never read this book but by the short summery of it,it sounds reall good.
Gone Fishing: A Novel in Verse by Tamera Will Wissinger, illustrated by Matthew Cordell Houghton Mifflin, 2013 Novel in Verse: Humorous/Realistic 120 pages Recommended for grades 2-5 What a great mentor text this is for poetry writing! I am feeling wheels turning around how to use this as a mentor text throughout the year. Students could try a hand at all the various poetic forms (ballad, couplet, double dactyl), try incorporating new poetic techniques (assonance, metaphor and refrain), while learning poetic terms (rhyme, rhythm) and having fun! You will love this book, a sure addition to the classroom library!