Dog Hair (poem) by Leanne Dyck

 This poem is a fun way to teach the English names for body parts.

Dog Hair

There's dog hair on my feet

There's dog hair everywhere
It's floating in the air
There's dog hair everywhere, everywhere

There's dog hair on my feet and on my legs

There's dog hair everywhere
It's floating in the air
There's dog hair everywhere, everywhere

There's dog hair on my feet and on my legs and on my tummy

There's dog hair everywhere
It's floating in the air
There's dog hair everywhere, everywhere

There's dog hair on my feet and on my legs and 
on my tummy and on my head

I've got dog hair everywhere
Am I a dog?
Hoo-woo!

*Photos by ldyck

Wednesday, April 7

Podcast Author Reading

Island Storyteller (short story)

Leanne Dyck

I can't drive. Before Mayne Island got a bus, how did I get home?

Sunday, April 11

Book Review

Rabbit Foot Bill

Helen Humphreys

A boy's friendship with a World War II veteran raises suspension but lasts a lifetime. 

Last week I listened to...

The March 27 episode of The Next Chapter

This week I'll listen to...

The April 3 episode of The Next Chapter

On my calendar...

Friday, April 15

Online:  Electric Mermaid:  Live Reads

Poets

Francine Merasty

Michelle Butler Hallett

Happy Easter!

May you find all your Easter eggs.

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Writing Contests

The Booker Prize

Man Booker Longlist

Deadline May 1st

The Wind by Robert Louis Stevenson reviewed by Leanne Willetts

Robert Louis Stevenson writes with old fashioned charm. He takes delight in the simple and ordinary. This poem, in particular, views the wind through a child's eyes.

He wonders as to the nature of the wind:  'Are you a beast of field and tree,/or just a stronger child than me?'

The poem has a way of pulling you back to childhood when you had time to sit and wonder.

The poem draws upon all your senses. You feel the wind push at your face. You hear it's windy song. You see it merrily dance with the kites, birds, and grass.

The poem too talks about the sadness of not being able to find the unapproachable. The mystery always seems to be around the next corner:  'I saw the different things you did,/ But always you yourself you hid./ I felt you push, I heard you call,/I could not see yourself at all-'

I wrote this review on September 15, 1987, for a children's literature class I took at the University of Winnipeg.

I saw you toss the kites on high

And blow the birds about the sky,

And all around I heard you pass,

Like ladies' skirts across the grass--

O wind, a-blowing all day long,

O wind, that sings so loud a song!

I saw the different things you did,

But always you yourself you hid.

I felt you push, I heard you call,

I could not see yourself at all--

O wind, a-blowing all day long,

O wind, that sings so loud a song

O you that are so strong and cold,

O blower, are you young or old?

Are you a beast of field and tree,

Or just a stronger child than me?

O wind, a-blowing all day long,

O wind, that sings so loud a song

Next post:  Sunday, April 16 (5 PM PT) 

Her Words (short story)

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"I have a story to tell"

Leanne Dyck's Author Reading

Sunday, April 23rd 11 am

Mayne Island library

Festival Active Pass

"Looking forward to seeing you there."