Showing posts with label Jackalopes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jackalopes. Show all posts

Monday, August 19, 2019

POETRY - The Poetry of US - Edited by J. Patrick Lewis -

More than 200 Poems That Celebrate the People, Places, and Passions of the United States
Illustrated by National Geographic Photographs 
2018, National Geographic
HC $24.99
192 pgs.
Goodreads rating:  4.67
My rating:  5
Endpapers:  BRIGHT yellow, almost a yellow orange

My comments:  Divided into sections of the U. S. (New England; Mid-Atlantic; Southeast; Midwest; Great Plains; Rocky Mountain West; Pacific Coast, and Territories) this gorgeously photographed book of poetry for kids is right-on and really fun!  I read this a couple of days after the shootings in Gilroy, CA and El Paso, TX, and there were poems about each of those places in here!  I really enjoyed reading them and discovering some new poets as well.  There are three separate indexes - by title, poet, and first line and a resource list.  A few new-to-me poems about places and things I care about follow after Goodreads synopsis.

GoodreadsIt's all about us! Join former U.S. Children's Poet Laureate J. Patrick Lewis on a lyrical journey through the United States to experience the wonders of America's people and places through 200+ inspiring poems and stunning photographs.
          Celebrate the gift of language and the vibrant culture of the United States with this collection of classic and never-before-published poetry. Poems are arranged by region, from coast to coast, and among them you'll find works by Langston Hughes, Dorothy Parker, Robert Frost, Naomi Shihab Nye, Walt Whitman, and more. From the familiar to the surprising, subjects include people, places, landmarks, monuments, nature, and celebrations. Designed for sharing, but geared to younger readers, this beautifully illustrated treasury is a must-have for the whole family.

Groundhognostication
                 Punxsutawney, PA
                 February 2nd

Gobbler’s Knob lies blanketed in February snow,
but even in the biting cold, people’s faces glow.

They’ve travelled here from far and wide to celebrate together
and listen as the groundhog gives his verdict on the weather.

They join in festivities as bands play on for hours,
while Punxsutawney Phil warms up his shadow-reading powers.

Finally, the main event – the “groundhognostication!”
Mittened fingers cross in hopes of spring’s initiation.

Will they suffer six more weeks of winter’s frigid gloom?
Maybe yes, or maybe no, but soon bright buds will bloom.

                                                F. J. Lee
                                                from The Poetry of US (Edited by J. Patrick Lewis)

Silent Sentinel
     Battle of Gettysburg

At field’s edge atop Cemetery Ridge, an old,
battered tree stands – split down the middle like
so many families whose sons
went separate ways in war.

Silent sentinel, it saw that costliest of campaigns –
an eternity of suffering in three days’ time.
Unmovable witness, it watched Pickett’s charge,
counted up its colossal casualties

With roots bathed in bloodshed –
did it break at once or over time, riven by
the weight of sorrow, torn apart by conflicting
passions of thousands injured and dead?

Still it stands, an aged, living monument
in a park full of granite and bronze markers.
One by one, in time, witness trees fall,
the last living veterans who survived it all.

                                    Kelly Fineman
                                    from The Poetry of US (Edited by J. Patrick Lewis)

The Jackalope
            Douglas, Wyoming

The oddest thing you’ve never seen
are antlered hares.  They’re very mean,
or so you’ll hear if you pop in
to Douglas diners now and then.

A cry is heard up in the hills,
the kind of cry that gives you chills.
“The jackalope,” townsfolk explain –
but if you look, you’ll look in vain.

For no one’s ever seen up close
that warrior rabbit.  No one knows
just where it sleeps, how fierce its fight,
how high it leaps, how sharp its bite.

Indeed, this creature’s very rare:
The only actual antlered hare
is mounted on a wall – a prop
made by a taxidermy shop.

Some taxidermists though it fun
to sew two creatures into one –
but still at night it gives you chills
when lonely cries rise from those hills.

                                    Abigail Carroll
                                    from The Poetry of US (Edited by J. Patrick Lewis)

Legends of the Sonoran Desert

My mom left Tucson twice in her life.
Both times she came back fast and said,
“I like it better here.”

She lets tarantulas walk up her arm.  She says
all the collared lizard needs is a tie
and he can go to dinner anywhere.

She favors saguaro and chaparral.  She blows
kisses at the unlovely javelin but she adores

the remorseless gila monster because,
“It looks like a fancy beaded purse your father
almost bought me.”

                                    Ron Koertge
                                    from The Poetry of US (Edited by J. Patrick Lewis)

Golden Gate Bridge

Rising above
            the fog,
I am an aria
            of orange,
a symphony
            of steel –
a remembered
            melody.
Beneath
            I span the
Golden Gate Strait,
            from shore to
shore, with a
            chorus of cars.
What song will you
            discover
On the other side?

                                    Joan Bransfield Graham

Friday, October 7, 2016

My Jackalope Postcard Collection

1917.  San Diego, California
Official Jackalope License
Hello Chris, Greetings from sunny San Diego.  I'm giving this another shot, since my fierst card has gone missing.  I love cryptozoology too :} ,,, such a classic American thing.  I like to travel, cook, swim, red, go to museums, concerts, plays and escape rooms, spend time outdoors and learn new things.  Wishing you a full mailbox!  Sue G.

1180.  Official Jackalope License from FLORIDA
Warm greetings!  My name is Hank.  I am a husband, a father and a grandfather.  My four grandchildren are very special to me!

827.  Texas Jackalope
Hello Chris!  I live in a small city of Beaumont, not far from the Louisiana border.  I'm a cat lover.  I also enjoy long walks in the park and gardening.

756.  Dessau, GERMANY
MOCHTEGERN JAGERMEISTER
Translation:  Wanna-be master hunter
Hello Chris, my name is Hannelore.  I am married, retired, and grandma with a big garden and a great lovely sheep dog.  I think and hope you like this card.  All the best for you!

736. Wyoming
A native of Wyoming, the Jackalope has never been captured alive.  It can only be hunted on June 31st between sunrise and sunset.  It mimics noises, especially the human voice and runs at lightning speed, therefore, the Jackalope is seldom seen.  Some folks drink Jackalope milk to cure eccentricities.  Best time to milk a Jackalope is after midnight as it sleeps i=on its back, belling shining in the moonlight.
 I hope this is a good addition to your collection

617.  Where the Jackalope Roam! 
Much like the stories of Sasquatch sightings, legends of the elusive Jackalope continue to haunt Western lore even in modern times.
Hello Chris,
     Greetings from central Minnesota.  I picked up this card last fall when we visited Mt. Rushmore.  I have lived in Pittsburgh and Tucson.  I would move bacdk to Tucson in a heartbeat!  Parts of Pennsylvania are beautiful though.
Best wishes, Jane
589.  Flying Jackalope of the South Dakota Badlands
sent from Portland, Oregon
One of the world's rarest and most unusual animals, The Flying Jackalope is most frequently found in South Dakota's Badlands near Wall.  It is extremely shy and capable of blinding speed to escape detection.  Because of its evasive nature it has no been considered on of the "endangered species" despite it rarity.  This prize photo was taken with a telephoto lens a short way east of Wall.
I had to uninstall Pokemon Go on my phone.  I was convinced I would kill myself or someone...with my car.  I noticed I was playing at red lights...then playing in stalled traffic.  Buyt it wasn't until I asked myself while driving across a bridge, "I wonder if there are water pokemon here?"  I did not check because I imagined myself driving off the bridge.  Of course I would not die, but I would have had to explain how it happened.  I delted the game when I got home.  -TM


570.  Riding High in Idaho
Hello!  This was as close as I had of a jackalope.  Been going back & forth for soccer games today.  Two of my kids play.  Hope you like PA!  It's beautiful in the fall!  Bonnie

495. HAND DRAWN CARD!!!  Praha, Ceska Replublika
Hello Chris,
Your post was first time I heard about jackalopes.  Buyt I find tghem terribly cute.
Wish you a great summer,
Veronika