GROUNDHOG DAY

Groundhog looks for his shadow.Today’s poems are from Year-Round Read-Aloud, Read-Along Rhymes: Celebrating Holidays and Seasons .

 

Groundhog Day

Last fall when it was getting cold
The ground hog crawled into his hole
To sleep all through the Wintertime
And wake up to the Spring’s sunshine.

But stories say that every year
When February 2 is here
The groundhog wakes and comes outside
Curious about what the weather is like. 

The story goes that just the sight
Of his shadow gives him such a fright
That back he goes for six weeks more
Of Winter sleep and groundhog snore.

 

But if it is a cloudy day,
He bravely comes a little way
Outside, and seeing all is clear
Begins an early Spring that year.

 

I don’t think that a groundhog can 
Really change the weather’s plan,
But curious creatures—like groundhogs and me
Just wish we could know when Springtime will be!

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Family Fun for Groundhog Day

Everyone can enjoy making and eating these Groundhog Cupcakes!

An Almond Joy Groundhog tops this holiday cupcake.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And if you don’t have time to make them this week, plan to make them for the official end of winter, March 20, when the poem for that day is:

No Matter What the Groundhog Saw

No matter what the groundhog saw,
Winter ends today.
I saw it on my calendar.
Let’s make a holiday!

We’ll take a day just to be glad
The air is getting warm
And grass is green and flowers bloom,
And sunshine follows storm.

I think I’ll paint a rainbow
And a tree where robins sing.
No matter what the groundhog saw,
Tomorrow will be Spring!

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In Honor of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. at the Washington Mall

 

 

 

 

Dream of a Promised Land

“I have a dream,” said Dr. King,
A dream that one day all
God’s children everywhere
(The grown ones and the small)

Will walk in peace and tolerance
Together hand in hand
Judged only by their character.
He dreamed this Promised Land.

“I have a dream,” said Dr. King.
That one day when we sing
Of a sweet land of liberty, 
That freedom’s sound will ring

From every hill and mountainside
With a meaning that is new
A symphony of brotherhood;
In a Land of Promise true.

He did not live to see his dream.
It was not shared by all.
But hatred cannot murder Faith.
And we must now stand tall,

Taught to be brave by this brave man,
And honor Dr. King
By speaking up for truth and right,
Inspired by his dream

And work to bring about the time
When all can understand:
The content of our character
Creates the Promised Land.

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Excerpt from Year-Round Read-Aloud, Read-Along Rhymes: Celebrating Holidays and Seasons

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