Over the River…

Every child should be familiar with this poem/song.   Will your family be enjoying  “white and drifted snow” for Thanksgiving?


“Over The River And Through The Woods” by Joseph Holodook

 Over the River and Through the Wood is a Thanksgiving poem
by Lydia Maria Child originally published in Flowers for Children, Volume 2. 

Over the River and Through the Wood

Over the river and through the wood
To Grandfather’s house we go.
The horse knows the way
To carry the sleigh
Through white and drifted snow.

Over the river and through the wood —
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes
And bites the nose,
As over the ground we go.

Over the river and through the wood
To have a first-rate play.
Hear the bells ring,
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!

Over the river and through the wood,
Trot fast, my dapple gray!
Spring over the ground
Like a hunting hound,
For this is Thanksgiving Day.

Over the river and through the wood,
And straight through the barnyard gate.
We seem to go
Extremely slow —
It is so hard to wait!

Over the river and through the wood —
Now Grandmother’s cap I spy!
Hurrah for fun!
Is the pudding done?
Hurray for the pumpkin pie!

Here is my favorite version of Lydia Maria Child’s poem for you to add to your home library collection.   A perfect book to share Thanksgiving Eve.

Create Colorful Poetry


Here are two types of color poems to create with your child after reading The Noisy Paint Box together.   For the first poem, choose a color that comes to mind and use it at the beginning of each line of your poem. You do not need to pick your favorite color; it might be a color you use to represent things you don’t like.

Example #1

Black is a dark wintry day
Black is cold
Black is scary
Black is thundery clouds
Black is ready to rain
Black is how I feel in a thunder-storm.

In this poem, you see the writer using black as a color that reminds them of a storm ready to break. The writer is telling us they are frightened in storms and that black to them is a scary color because a dark sky represents a coming storm.

The second poem is a five senses color poem.  Choose a color and again use it at the beginning of each line adding but this time, use it to describe five different things.

Example #2

Green looks like a weeping willow tree,
Green sounds like a croaking frog,
Green smells like freshly mown grass,
Green tastes like mint ice-cream,
Green feels like spring.

In this five-senses color poem, you can tell this writer loves spring and the outdoors. The writer is telling us that green reminds them of things they would do in the outdoors on a warm spring day by describing “green” though using the senses.

bambina divertente

Read The Noisy Paint Box together as a family and then hand each family member a piece of paper to create their own Color poem.  Bind all together and create a family COLOR poetry book complete with illustrations to place on your home library shelf (you do have one, right?).   Consider turning all poems over and then drawing a random poem to illustrate.   Dad illustrates Mommy’s poem etc.    We would LOVE to see a pictures of your family legacy moments and the finished results!   EMAIL us and share your pictures – Thanks in advance.

1 line Zaner-Bloser handwriting template

3 line Zaner-Bloser handwriting template

6 line Zaner-Bloser handwriting template

Leaves: a poem

Fall Leaves


How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.

At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.

Elsie N. Brady

A poem to read and enjoy with your child.
Encourage the love of words, language, and rhyme through poetry.

Poem: Pencils

Let’s celebrate the beginning of the school year and the beginning of the JOY of creative writing with a poem.   It all begins with a pencil…

by Valerie Worth


The rooms in a pencil
are narrow
but elephants, castles, and watermelons
fit in.

In a pencil,
noisy words yell for attention
and quiet words wait their turn.

How did they slip
into such a tight place?
gives them their lunch?

From a broken pencil
an unbroken poem will come!
There is a long story living
in the shortest pencil.

Every word in your
is fearless –
ready to walk the blue tightrope lines.

to teeter and smile down.
Ready to come right out and show you

“…Never forget that the subject is as important as your feeling:  The mud puddle itself is as important as your pleasure in looking at it or splashing through it.  Never let the mud puddle get lost in the poetry – because, in many ways, the mud puddle is the poetry.”

Valerie Worth

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