Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Wheelbarrow song for Iggy

Looking for a video of The Arrow Barrows, I found this song. I can't credit the author or performer as there wasn't a name, but I'd be glad to credit!

Iggy's Grandpa:



I'll tell you about my wheelbarrow
It is so much fun
I move a lot of stuff with my wheelbarrow
Sometimes I even run

My wheelbarrow has one wheel
Two handles and a tug
It's kind of rusty and squeaks a lot
But it still gets things done

I moved some dirt with my wheelbarrow
I dumped it in pile
Then I put little Iggy in
And pushed him around for a while

He smiled and smiled and held on tight
I made a motor noise
The neighbors looked to find out that
It's just us happy boys

I saw some other songs there and might bring others later.







Thursday, February 27, 2014

"When I was a bachelor…"

Scanned from a fragile old Mother Goose book I've had since about 1956. No date or publisher shows on the pages I have left. It was the sort of thing that came (in those days) from a five and dime, or a grocery store.


There was another illustration of this verse a while back: Mother Goose coloring page from Dover Books.

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Mother Goose coloring page from Dover Books

Dover books offers free sharing of some of its coloring books. This was a free digital sample, for printing out. I don't know, though, which Mother Goose rhyme it is illustrating. If anyone does know, please leave a note. And if you feel like coloring this or other things you print out feel free to lift this, and to go to http://www.doverpublications.com/csch088/index.html?s1=Google-Adwords&s4=coloring%20pages&s5=csch069 to sign up for free samples by e-mail.



AHA! December 21, 2013, got wise and googled it:
When I was a little boy, I lived by myself,
And all the bread and cheese I got I put upon a shelf;
The rats and the mice, they made such a strife,
I was forced to go to London to buy me a wife.
The streets were so broad, and the lanes were so narrow,
I was forced to bring my wife home in a wheelbarrow;
The wheelbarrow broke, and my wife had a fall,
And down came the wheelbarrow, wife and all.

I remember the first part, so I will look later at my childhood Mother Goose book and see what it says! Maybe there was a picture there, too. (here it is)

Friday, August 16, 2013

word picture

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.



by William Carlos Williams
Originally published 90 years ago, in 1923, in Spring and All, and titled "XXII", it has since come to be called The Red Wheelbarrow.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Red_Wheelbarrow