Language Arts

Gwen has been working on poetry memorization, flash cards and reading practice.

Singing Time

Rose Fyleman

I wake in the morning early

And always, the very first thing,

I poke out my head, and I sit up in bed

And I sing and I sing and I sing.

A bit of poetry from Henry, along with his discussion of The Three Dollar Mule.

Rain

Elizabeth Coatsworth

The rain was like a little mouse,

Quiet, small, and gray,

It pattered all around the house

And then it went away.

It did not come, I understand, 

Indoors at all, until,

It found an open window and 

Left tracks across the sill.