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Hi Everyone,

Just a reminder that Frances will be reading my poems from four of my books at Barnes & Noble on Saturday, Dec 9th at 11 a.m. I told her to read how and why I wrote these poems, too. She’ll be signing my books. ( I told Frances I need a new aloha shirt.)

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Saturday: December 9th

Arden Fair, Sacramento

11 a.m.

4 WordsworthBooks

I’ll be reading and talking about these four books. In the meantime, here are a few stories of how Wordsworth is making a difference in children’s and adults’ lives:

Wordsworth the Poet:

A grandmother found her 4 year old granddaughter out in the yard one early morning.She asked her, “What are you doing out here?”

Granddaughter: I’m Wordsworth the poet. I’m trying to catch some dewdrops.

Wordsworth Dances the Waltz:

From a young mother of two pre-schoolers: I read Wordsworth Dances the Waltz to my children. One day my four year old asked me, “Why do you talk so mean to Grandma?” I realized they have turned into Wordsworth and are teaching me about compassion and kindness.

Three classes in an elementary school used this book to work on a year- long project at a nursing facility.

Wordsworth! Stop the Bulldozer!

I love the scent of Christmas trees. After this book was published, many readers wrote me during the holidays assuming that I no longer use real Christmas trees. They  use artificial trees to help save our trees. Gulp. I now use artificial trees.

Wordsworth, It’s In Your Pocket

A grandmother of teens emailed this: I gave this book to my teenage grandchildren. I was so happy to hear them say,  “He’s talking about us!” We are all being more aware of time being used on our electronic devices. Thank you, Wordsworth.

Come join us on the 9th.

Wordsworth and Frances

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4 WordsworthBooks

My little mouse poet Wordsworth and I will be at Barnes & Noble at Arden Fair, Sacramento on December 9th, at 11 a.m. Come meet Wordsworth and bring  your children ages  1 to 90.

Wordsworth the Poet: Poor Wordsworth, everyone worries or makes fun of him because he is different by being a poet. One day his poetry saves his whole village.

Wordsworth Dances the Waltz: Wordsworth teaches the adults that his Grandma is still a Grandma even if she is losing her memory.

Wordsworth! Stop the Bulldozer:  The trees are being destroyed. Can Wordsworth and his friends use their poetry to save these trees? See how a group of children become empowered through writing, to make a difference.

Wordsworth, It’s in Your Pocket: Poor Wordsworth, all his friends are addicted to electronic games. Can he bring them back again to ocean waves and human conversations and true human friendship? An old mouse tells him the answer is in his pocket.

 

 

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one daffodil

It wasn’t a host of golden daffodils

Not even one thousand,

But I did gaze – and gazed –

My heart did with pleasure fills

It was only one, the first of spring –

And I did wander lonely as a cloud.

A poet could not but be gay.

In daffodils, one or ten thousand.

 

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Hey Frances, you forgot my frontal view.

I’m going to Hawaii soon to visit their classrooms so schools in Sacramento, let me know if you’d like a visit; I’ll have you writing poems in ten minutes.

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Look who paid me a visit during the holidays. Yes, Wordsworth of my four children’s books of Wordsworth the little mouse poet who makes a difference with his poetic voice. But more than his visit, I heard this today. Remember Janet, the autistic woman who is finding such comfort in Wordsworth? Last night, her family found her reading the poem on thunderstorms from my book,Wordsworth the Poet. Janet is extremely afraid of thunder but last night, she fell asleep with the book in her hands. Thank you, Wordsworth!

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A  Plea

They call me ugly.

They call me names.

But I don’t cry.

I feel nothing.

They call me ugly.

They call me names.

I feel sad.

I feel mad.

But I don’t cry.

I feel scared,

Oh so scared

Of thunder and lightning

But I don’t cry.

I feel different.

So please stop.

That’s not nice.

Don’t be mean.

I have muscles.

And I don’t cry.

I feel nothing.

By Mr. Kramer’s and Mrs. Williams’ classes

The students, ages 18-22,  all won my heart.I had the honor of visiting two classrooms of students who live with Autism.It all began with my children’s book Wordsworth the Poet.Janet, one of the  students with autism,  found so much comfort and joy with Wordsworth, that she and her family invited me to read Wordsworth the Poet to her classmates. Wordsworth is a little mouse poet and that is the cause of his problem. People make fun of him and call him different. But he continues to be a poet and at the end, his family, friends and villagers accept him for who he is.

“They still cannot understand why Wordsworth is what he is. They still cannot understand

how Wordsworth can feel and see so many things. But they no longer worry about him or make fun of him. Now they look at Wordsworth and say, “Wordsworth is a poet.”

Excerpt from Wordsworth the Poet

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