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Swirl by Swirl: Spirals in Nature
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2011
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8 editions
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Red Sings from Treetops: A Year in Colors
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2009
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11 editions
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Dark Emperor and Other Poems of the Night
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2010
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2 editions
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Before Morning
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2015
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4 editions
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Winter Bees & Other Poems of the Cold
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2014
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3 editions
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The Girl Who Drew Butterflies: How Maria Merian's Art Changed Science
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2018
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3 editions
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Song of the Water Boatman and Other Pond Poems
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2005
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This Is Just to Say: Poems of Apology and Forgiveness
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2007
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5 editions
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Ubiquitous: Celebrating Nature's Survivors
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2010
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4 editions
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Round
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2017
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3 editions
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“What Do the Trees Know?
What do the trees know?
To bend when all the wild winds blow.
Roots are deep and time is slow.
All we grasp we must let go.
What do the trees know?
Buds can weather ice and snow.
Dark gives way to sunlight's glow.
Strength and stillness help us grow.”
― Winter Bees & Other Poems of the Cold
What do the trees know?
To bend when all the wild winds blow.
Roots are deep and time is slow.
All we grasp we must let go.
What do the trees know?
Buds can weather ice and snow.
Dark gives way to sunlight's glow.
Strength and stillness help us grow.”
― Winter Bees & Other Poems of the Cold
“Dream of the Tundra Swan
Dusk fell
and the cold came creeping,
cam prickling into our hearts.
As we tucked beaks
into feathers and settled for sleep,
our wings knew.
That night, we dreamed the journey:
ice-blue sky and the yodel of flight,
the sun's pale wafer,
the crisp drink of clouds.
We dreamed ourselves so far aloft
that the earth curved beneath us
and nothing sang but
a whistling vee of light.
When we woke, we were covered with snow.
We rose in a billow of white.”
― Winter Bees & Other Poems of the Cold
Dusk fell
and the cold came creeping,
cam prickling into our hearts.
As we tucked beaks
into feathers and settled for sleep,
our wings knew.
That night, we dreamed the journey:
ice-blue sky and the yodel of flight,
the sun's pale wafer,
the crisp drink of clouds.
We dreamed ourselves so far aloft
that the earth curved beneath us
and nothing sang but
a whistling vee of light.
When we woke, we were covered with snow.
We rose in a billow of white.”
― Winter Bees & Other Poems of the Cold
“Big Brown Moose
I'm a big brown moose,
I'm a rascally moose,
I'm a moose with a tough, shaggy hide;
and I kick and I prance
in a long-legged dance
with my moose-mama close by my side.
I shrug off the cold
and I sneeze at the wind
and I swivel my ears in the snow;
and I tramp and I tromp
over forest and swamp,
'cause there's nowhere a moose cannot go.
I'm a big brown moose,
I'm a ravenous moose
as I hunt for the willow and yew;
with a snort and a crunch,
I rip off each bunch,
and I chew and I chew and I chew.
When together we slump
in a comfortable clump --
my mountainous mama and I --
I give her a nuzzle
of velvety muzzle.
Our frosty breath drifts to the sky.
I'm a big brown moose,
I'm a slumberous moose,
I'm a moose with a warm, snuggly hide;
and I bask in the moon
as the coyotes croon,
with my moose-mama close by my side.”
― Winter Bees & Other Poems of the Cold
I'm a big brown moose,
I'm a rascally moose,
I'm a moose with a tough, shaggy hide;
and I kick and I prance
in a long-legged dance
with my moose-mama close by my side.
I shrug off the cold
and I sneeze at the wind
and I swivel my ears in the snow;
and I tramp and I tromp
over forest and swamp,
'cause there's nowhere a moose cannot go.
I'm a big brown moose,
I'm a ravenous moose
as I hunt for the willow and yew;
with a snort and a crunch,
I rip off each bunch,
and I chew and I chew and I chew.
When together we slump
in a comfortable clump --
my mountainous mama and I --
I give her a nuzzle
of velvety muzzle.
Our frosty breath drifts to the sky.
I'm a big brown moose,
I'm a slumberous moose,
I'm a moose with a warm, snuggly hide;
and I bask in the moon
as the coyotes croon,
with my moose-mama close by my side.”
― Winter Bees & Other Poems of the Cold
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Otis by Loren Long
18 total votes
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| Mock Caldecott 2022: Book of the Month | 6 | 132 | Jun 25, 2009 12:39PM | |
| Mock Caldecott 2022: June reads for Caldecott 2010 | 2 | 42 | Jul 31, 2009 05:18PM | |
| Mock Caldecott 2022: * Results | 17 | 134 | Jan 28, 2010 07:32AM | |
| Mock Newbery 2022: ALA Newbery Medal Winners 2011 | 48 | 195 | Mar 28, 2011 04:32AM | |
| Nothing But Readi...: Level 4 of the Serious Readers Challenge for 2011 | 39 | 180 | Jan 03, 2012 05:14PM | |
| Children's Books: Quality Nonfiction? | 24 | 114 | Feb 09, 2014 08:01AM | |
| Parents of Tweens...: Newbery Honor Books | 9 | 54 | Feb 16, 2014 09:22PM | |
| Children's Books: Newbery Honor 2011: Dark Emperor | 49 | 66 | Feb 17, 2014 05:52PM |
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