Welcome to Episode 23 of the April Eight Songs & Stories Podcast. Today’s Episode is called, “A Little Minute About Birthdays”!
On today’s episode, we talk about birthdays birthdays birthdays. Whether yours is soon or way far away, I think you’ll find some fun Continue reading
Welcome to Episode 17 of the April Eight Songs & Stories Podcast. With so much to enjoy about winter, I’m glad it is here! This episode is about the wonder of Snowflakes!
On today’s episode, I tell you a little bit about how I wrote my song Snowflake Fairies, Continue reading
It is my birthday today! Yup, that’s why I’m April Eight. Hooray! For the month of April, I wrote a poem last year to share with my third graders. Here it is for you today…
April appears but for one month a year,
Breezing in on the season’s changing
Splashing in through rain puddles
Slogging through deep mud.
Flying in on the wings of songbirds
Rolling in like the rivers flooding.
Peeping through the pink magnolias budding
Smiling like tulips in the sun.
Rest awhile and rejoice, for Spring has finally come.
copyright 2015 by April Eight
I’m looking forward to a little birthday celebration tonight and a bigger one on Sunday because that’s how birthdays roll in this family. I’m also looking forward to a wonderful year with all of you. I have so much joy to share, and this year, I promise to share it! Putting all my heart and love into April Eight is my #1 birthday goal. Love!!!! xoxoxoxo
I am sharing a poem with you today that I must have read with my class when I was in third grade. I have always loved it and my imagination well capture by this line in particular: “In dusty pods the milkweed Its hidden silk has spun.” I don’t know why – was it the secret or the silk? Kids are funny. Adults are too but we forget…. kids have to remind us.
by: Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885)
The golden-rod is yellow;
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.
The gentian’s bluest fringes
Are curling in the sun;
In dusty pods the milkweed
Its hidden silk has spun.
The sedges flaunt their harvest,
In every meadow nook;
And asters by the brook-side
Make asters in the brook.
From dewy lanes at morning
The grapes’ sweet odors rise;
At noon the roads all flutter
With yellow butterflies.
By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer’s best of weather,
And autumn’s best of cheer.
Isn’t that nice? What do you think? Leave a comment and let me know – I love to hear your thoughts and ideas.