I am Winn Dixie
I was alone
I didn’t have a home
But when I saw her I knew right away
That she needed me just as much as I needed her
I think it was fate
To bring two lost souls together
I healed her and she healed me
I loved her and she loved me
I couldn’t have asked for anything else
I was not alone
She gave me a home
Showing posts with label Megan Cotterman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Megan Cotterman. Show all posts
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Assignment 3....Megan Cotterman
I was listening for a sound, a sound my friend told me I would never hear
The sound of hissing steam
The sound of squeaking metal
The snowflakes fell lightly around it
“All Aboard” the conductor cried
And I took his outreached hand and he pulled me aboard
It was a magical sound like nothing I’d ever heard
The sound of bells
But you know only believers can hear the sound
The sound of bells
-The Polar Express (Caldecott Award)
The sound of hissing steam
The sound of squeaking metal
The snowflakes fell lightly around it
“All Aboard” the conductor cried
And I took his outreached hand and he pulled me aboard
It was a magical sound like nothing I’d ever heard
The sound of bells
But you know only believers can hear the sound
The sound of bells
-The Polar Express (Caldecott Award)
Monday, September 7, 2009
A Good Book: Megan Cotterman
One book to which I view as a "good book" is the book Sounder by Willian H. Armstrong. Sounder is a Newbery award winning book. It is about a young African American boy in the 19th century south who relies on his old coon dog Sounder to get his families meals. The book is a heart warming story and provides children a glimpse of the hard times that were faced in the south during a time of racisism and slavery. It is an historical fiction classic that teachers could have their children read in social studies when they talk about African American history.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
think back...Megan Cotterman
I have fond memories of curling up in my mom and dad’s bed with wet hair and pajamas on, ready for my mother to read one of the several books off my bookshelf. With me on one side of my mom and my older sister on the other, we would savor every word brought off the pages of those books and out of my mom’s soft relaxing voice. I cannot remember how often she read to us but I do remember the classic “Tale of the Fourth Grade Nothing” by Judy Blume always being our first choice. My sister and I loved all of Judy Blume's books, we also became interested in the American Girl books when we were a little bit older. After my mom thought it was time for us girls to read by ourselves I rarely enjoyed reading. I did have my favorite “Dear Diary” series that I enjoyed which was a historical fiction series but other than that I did not read very often. I do remember my teachers reading to me when I was younger. We read books about health and our bodies, stories that related to other subject matters. I did not really start reading for pleasure until I went to college. My mom bought me several books before I began college and told me that I needed to not just focus on required books but venture outwards. It has become an escape for me to read books now. When I have the fortunate opportunity to read a really good book I have trouble putting it down. I think it brings me back to the younger years when I would get so excited to read a good book with my mom.
-Megan Cotterman
-Megan Cotterman
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