God Bless My School Book Review

Title: God Bless My School

Author: Hannah C. Hall

Genre: Christian, Children, Board Book

Plot: With the close of summer comes cool Autumn breezes, falling leaves and this amazing thing called School. Mama bear buys you new shoes, kisses you goodbye and you're off flying excitedly to learn new things with all your friends. At school, books are read, pictures drawn, naps taken, lunches eaten and the playground thoroughly enjoyed before the day ends.

So God bless your school and all your friends too!

Likes/Dislikes: This was an incredibly cute little book. I love all the artwork and the flowing rhymes. Beautiful. My three year old enjoyed the story and picking out the cuddly animals she can name. The one year old has discovered that books are magic and she listened to the story wide-eyed, taking in the colors and watching how each page revealed new pictures to look at. Highly recommended.

Rating: G-all ages.

Date Review Written: July 28th, 2017

I received a copy of this book courtesy of BookLook Bloggers for my honest opinion and wasn't required to write a positive review. The opinions in the above review are my own.

Tis The Last Rose of Summer

Tis the last rose of summer 

Left blooming alone; 

All her lovely companions 

Are faded and gone: 

No flower of her kindred, 

No rose-bud is nigh, 

To reflect back her blushes, 

Or give sigh for sigh. 

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! 

To pine on the stem; 

Since the lovely are sleeping, 

Go, sleep thou with them. 

Thus kindly I scatter 

Thy leaves o'er the bed, 

Where thy mates of the garden 

Lie scentless and dead. 

So soon may I follow, 

When friendships decay, 

And from Love's shining circle 

The gems drop away. 

When true hearts lie wither'd, 

And fond ones are flown, 

Oh! who would inhabit 

This bleak world alone? 

~ Thomas Moore

Summer Stars

Bend low again, night of summer stars. 

So near you are, sky of summer stars, 

So near, a long-arm man can pick off stars, 

Pick off what he wants in the sky bowl, 

So near you are, summer stars, 

So near, strumming, strumming, 

So lazy and hum-strumming. 

~ Carl Sandburg

In The Summer

In the summer

I stretch out on the shore

And think of you

Had I told the sea

What I felt for you,

It would have left its shores,

Its shells,

Its fish,

And followed me.

~ Nizar Qabbani

Summer Shower

A drop fell on the apple tree,

Another on the roof;

A half a dozen kissed the eaves,

And made the gables laugh.

A few went out to help the brook,

That went to help the sea.

Myself conjectured, Were they pearls,

What necklaces could be!

The dust replaced in hoisted roads,

The birds jocoser sung;

The sunshine threw his hat away,

The orchards spangles hung.

The breezes brought dejected lutes,

And bathed them in the glee;

The East put out a single flag,

And signed the fete away. 

~ Emily Dickinson

In Defense of Our Overgrown Garden

Last night the apple trees shook and gave each lettuce a heart 

Six hard red apples broke through the greenhouse glass and 

Landed in the middle of those ever-so-slightly green leaves 

That seem no mix of seeds and soil but of pastels and light and 

Chalk x’s mark our oaks that are supposed to be cut down   

I’ve seen the neighbors frown when they look over the fence 

And see our espalier pear trees bowing out of shape I did like that 

They looked like candelabras against the wall but what’s the sense 

In swooning over pruning I said as much to Mrs. Jones and I swear 

She threw her cane at me and walked off down the street without 

It has always puzzled me that people coo over bonsai trees when 

You can squint your eyes and shrink anything without much of   

A struggle ensued with some starlings and the strawberry nets 

So after untangling the two I took the nets off and watched birds 

With red beaks fly by all morning at the window I reread your letter 

About how the castles you flew over made crenellated shadows on   

The water in the rainbarrel has overflowed and made a small swamp 

I think the potatoes might turn out slightly damp don’t worry 

If there is no fog on the day you come home I will build a bonfire 

So the smoke will make the cedars look the way you like them 

To close I’m sorry there won’t be any salad and I love you

~ Matthea Harvey