Ten Ways to Hear Snow and Daniel Finds a Poem

Today we're going to read 10 ways to hear a snow by Cathy Kemper. Illustrator by Kenneth Peck and Daniel finds a poem written in Illustrator by Misha Archer. Hello, dear listeners. I'm Julie Andrews and this is my library.

As always, my daughter Emma Walton Hamilton is here too.

“Hello, and we're feeling awfully cozy today, aren't we?”

We've got steaming mugs of tea and we're listening to the sound of rain on the roof. Can you hear it? It is such a soothing sound. Rain is my favorite weather. It makes me want to curl up with a good book. I love the rain too.

Though I think if I had to pick my favorite is crisp and sunny weather. When there's a soft breeze in the sky, it's a bright, deep blue.

Hmm, it reminds me of the last days of summer.

Listeners, what about you? What's your favorite kind of weather and why? My favorite type of weather is rain because it brings prosperity to the land.

“I love windy days because I can fly my butterfly kite.”

I really like the weather, folks. There's lots of fuzzy weather caterpillars. And it's coastline birthday. Sunny weather, because it makes me feel happy and it's fun to play outside. My favorite type of weather is winter because I love hot cocoa and playing in the snow. Terrific descriptions. Thank you so much for sharing them.

Hello? Oh, Kathy, you made it.

I did, I might be a bit soggy, but I'm here.

Oh, listeners, Kathy Kamper is going to read her book for us today. It's about weather also. The best kind in my opinion, snow.

“Haha. Oh, I can feel it getting colder in the library already.”

Well then, let's warm up in the reading look. Here in the library, my favorite spot to curl up with the story is our reading look. With cozy pillows all around, a glowing lamp shines its light on the pages. There's a squishy rug under our feet and an extra log in our wood burning stove to keep us warm. Kathy, are you ready to read? I am indeed.

Wonderful. The seat of honor is all yours. 10 ways to hear snow by me, Kathy Kamper. When Lena woke up, everything was quiet. No cars honked, no buses chugged, no garbage trucks gulp trash across the street. Snow! Last night's blizzard was gone leaving the city muffled and white.

But today was great leaf day. When Lena would help her grandma make water clean up. City was losing her eyesight and Lena loved helping her cook. I want to tell City about the snowstorm and make sure she's okay. The snow so deep Lena's mom said, "We could go with you, Lena's dad offered, but Lena wanted to go to cities by herself. Stay warm her beep tea, her dad told her.

Lena bundled up. Outside, the sun on the snow was as bright white as a light bulb. Lena squinched her eyes and pulled her scarf over her nose. She could barely see. I wonder if this is how City feels. Lena thought? The world sounded softer, but the noise as she heard were clear.

Scrape! Scrape! Scrape! Scrape! What was that? It was Mrs. Blatz and shovel digging out the sidewalk. That's one way to hear snow. Lena thought? Lena walked down the street. Snacks, Snacks, Snack. The noise was low to the ground. What was that?

It was the treads of Lena's boots crunching snow into tiny waffles. Two ways to hear snow. Lena ducked under a pine tree. Bloof! A powdery sound, a blue jay on a branch had knocked down snow. Three ways to hear snow. Lena counted.

Swish, swish, swish, swish.

“What was that soft, whiskery noise? People were sweeping snow off their cars.”

Their brushes made the fourth way to hear snow. Lena cut across the park. Scritch scratch, scritch scratch. Another snow noise? Lena saw long, skinny tracks by her boots. A head of her, people were skiing. Their skis made the fifth way to hear snow.

Rashid and Mariam were building a snowman, pat, pat, pat. What was that? It was mitten, smoothing the snowman's head. The gentle sound made the sixth way to hear snow. As Lena walked away, her friends whispered in laugh. Swamp! Snowballs! Oh no! Lena ran away fast from the seventh way to hear snow.

Lena reached city's building all out of breath. Her boots covered with white powder. Stop, stop, stop. Lena giggled. She was making the eighth way to hear snow. Hello Lena, the lady in the lobby said, go on in. She pointed towards Lena's grandma's room.

Lena tapped on the door. Surprise, city is me. I came to make great leaves with you. Lena threw her coat and mitten's on the radiator to dry. Wonderful. The lamb and rice are ready, city said. Yeah, I can't wait Lena shouted. Let's get started. Lena rinsed the great leaves and placed them on towels. Put some filling in the center, roll them up, and put them in the pot, city instructed. They're like little great-pleaf cocoons,

Lena said, looking at them piled on the plate. Or lots of little sleeping bags, city replied. Mine looked like a moustache. Lena held up her stuff. Great-pleaf under her nose. City held hers under her nose too. That's good. She wrinkled up her face and said, "We look like a couple of real tough guys in the tough guy voice." Cities did you know we had a Blizzard last night? Of course. Lena was surprised.

How could her grandma know when she couldn't see very well? Then she heard a noise. Drift, drip, went the mittens. It was the sound of snow melting. Nine ways to hear snow.

“Suddenly Lena understood how city knew. City, did you hear the snow?”

City smiled. Each morning I opened the window and listened. Today everything sounded hushed and soft. No noise is the sound. That means it's snowing. City, I listen too. I heard snow nine different ways. Shovels were one. Boots were two. The blue jay was three. Slow down, at VT. I want to hear them all. But right now, shh. City went to the window and opened it again.

Listen, she said. Outside the late blue afternoon was completely still. Quiet is the tenth way to hear snow. The end. Oh, the quiet is so calming. I almost don't want to break it.

This book is a beautiful reminder of how powerful it is to listen.

Kathy, what inspired you to write this story? Well, I grew up in Wisconsin and we had very snowy winters. I loved how an overnight snowfall transformed everything and how a blanket of snow makes everything quieter so you can actually hear more. That's really true. It makes everything so peaceful and calm. It really does. Kathy, did your own grandmother cook with great

“leaves like city in the story? Yes, she did. I remember seeing her doing it and my mom helped”

to write down the recipe because I was pretty little. But the other thing I remember is she had big grapefines growing in her garden. And when we were little, we would get sent out to pick them.

And we were always told to pick leaves about the size of our little hands because they would be

the most tender. Oh, how fun. And it sounds delicious. It really does. Well, thank you, Kathy, for sharing your book with us today. It was my pleasure. And now it's back out into the rain for me. Oh, stay dry. I'll try. And I bet there are 10 ways to hear rain too. Don't you think? Yes,

Sometimes when I'm feeling overwhelmed, I just listen really closely to the sounds around

“me and it calms me down. Let's try it now. What did you just hear, listeners? In our”

world and in yours, was it an airplane overhead, a bird chirping, someone talking in the background, or maybe just the rain on the window pane here in the library? Sometimes I like to listen like this

when I first wake up in the morning. Before I do anything else, like reading the news or checking my

phone, I just sit quietly and listen. Listeners, why don't you try it sometime? Maybe you could write a poem about all the sounds you hear. Oh, and if you do, please share it with us. I'd love

“to read what you write. Send us your poems about listening by visiting juleyslibraryshow.org.”

Now it's time for a quick break. We'll be back in just a moment with another great book.

Welcome back, dear listeners. I've got news. It stopped raining. Listen.

The birds are singing and sunlight is now shining through our window. Lighting up the cover of our next book. Yes. Emma, let's read this one together. Let's. Daniel finds a poem written and illustrated by micha archa. Daniel knows all the rocks, trees and animals in the park. On Monday morning, Daniel sees

something due on the park gate. A sign reads, poetry in the parks on day at six o'clock.

What is poetry Daniel says? He looks up in surprise when he hears spider say, "To me, poetry is when morning dew glistens." On Tuesday, Daniel climbs the old oak tree. He sees squirrel. Squirrel, do you know what poetry is? Poetry is when crisp leaves crunch. Squirrel tells him. On Wednesday, Daniel calls into chipmunks whole. Chipmunk, can you tell me what poetry is? Poetry? Hmm. Poetry is a home with many windows and an old stone wall.

On Thursday, Daniel makes a boat with a leaf for a sail and watches the wind

“carry it across the pond. He calls quietly to frog. Excuse me, frog. What is poetry?”

Poetry says frog is a cool pool to dive into. On Friday, Daniel parks the catales and finds turtle. Hello, turtle. I have a question. Do you know what poetry is? I think poetry is somewhat sad. Turtle says. On Saturday afternoon, Daniel finds cricket in the shade of the slide, when the shadows are long, cricket fills the air with music. Is this poetry for you, cricket? Singing at twilight when the day is done? Indeed, it is, Daniel.

That night, moonlight fills Daniel's room. He hears a oo oo oo oo. Leaning from his window, he calls to owl. Owl, what is poetry? Woo, poetry. Poetry is bright stars in the branches. Moonlight on the grass and silent wings to take me wherever I go. Good night, dear Daniel. She whispers and flies off into the night. On Sunday, the sun wakes up, Daniel. He's happy when he remembers its Sunday.

Morning, due, glissons, crisp leaves crunch. There's a home with many windows in the old stone wall,

“cool pools to dive in. Sunwarmed sand to lie in, singing at twilight when the day is done.”

Bright stars in the branches, moonlight on the grass and silent wings to take me wherever I go. On the way home, Daniel stops to watch the sunset sky reflecting in the pond. That looks like poetry to me. To me, too, says Dragonfly. The End.

What a lovely reminder that poetry is all around us. We just have to look for it.

Yes, poetry is often inspired by what we see and hear and how it makes us feel.

“And writing poetry is just about putting those observations and feelings into words.”

What inspires you to write poetry, Emma? Right now, how quickly the weather can change from rain to sudden, just like feelings do. What about you, Mom? Well, I love writing funny poems. If something

makes me smile or laugh, I like to see if I can write a poem about it. That's true. One of my favorites

is that one you wrote about the giraffe. Oh, you mean a giraffe? Poked his head in my window, and my heart leapt into my mouth. I couldn't think of a thing to say, so he licked my nose and headed south. I thought, as I groked for my hanky, and I passed this onto you, that if a wild animal comes to call, say a tiger or meerkat or grew, if, like me, you want him to stay or even come back another day, then perhaps it would really pay to say, "Welcome and how do you do?"

“Yes, I love that poem. I think it's wonderfully silly. Yes, it's silly and speaking of wonderful,”

it's time for wonderful wonderful words. There are so many wonderful words. Some of them conjure up a lovely image, like the word glisten from Daniel here's a poem. It means to sparkle or shine, like morning dew on the grass. And then some wonderful words are simply fun to say, like, "Hush, I love saying the word hush very quietly, because it makes me feel the meaning of the word, try it, hush, see, yes, that just gave me the chills." Emma, why are we still whispering?

I don't know. No, let's listen to some of the wonderful words our listeners love. My favorite word is a horse because they are funny and cute and fun to ride on. Well, because that's still a dog's seat and let's see it. And that's our big, scary story. Can I really like strawberry? My wonderful word is content because content is my favorite feeling. Those were delightful. Thank you. Send us more of your favorites by visiting juleyslibraryshow.org.

We might play them on the show. Listeners, this is our final episode of the season. And we'll be taking a break before we return with more stories. We've so enjoyed reading with you. Be sure to follow juleyslibrary on social media for more reading recommendations and to hear what's next. We'll be back in the reading next soon. But until then, happy reading, and bye-bye, goodbye.

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Kenard Pack and published by Kokila and Daniel finds a poem written and illustrated by Misha Archer

“and published by Nancy Paulson Books. Thanks to the team at Penguin Random House.”

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