Wednesday, December 31, 2008
And here is a recent version of "The 12 Days of Christmas":
Happy New Year! May 2009 find you healthy and happy.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
"Benjamin Britten must be accepted as the most outstanding English composer working in the mid-20th century, winning a significant international reputation, while remaining thoroughly English in inspiration, a feat his immediate predecessors had been unable fully to achieve."
For the rest of this brief bio of Britten, visit here, his page at the Naxos website, or, for more information, you can go here, his page at Wikipedia.
Britten's A Ceremony of Carols has been familiar to me since my undergraduate days, though Britten also wrote several other compositions for choir or voice that are seasonally themed, such as Winter Words (based on the poetry of Thomas Hardy) for tenor accompanied by piano, and A Boy Was Born, for treble voices plus choir.
A Ceremony of Carols was written for treble voices, soloists, and harp. Britten took the text from a book of medieval poetry he stumbled across while stopping in Nova Scotia en route back to Britain after spending three years in the U.S. Some of the texts he set to music during his voyage, and the rest were completed by 1942. Any of the movements in it are worth a listen, but here are my favorites from the 12-song cycle, as sung by The Sixteen, under the direction of Harry Christophers, both on the CD, Hodie--an English Christmas Collection and in an mp3 collection, A Ceremony of Carols, Britten Choral Works II:
II. Wolcum Yule
III. There is No Rose
VI. As Dew in Aprille
VII. This Little Babe
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Noël Nouvelet, from the Apollo's Fire cd, Noels & Carols from the Olde World. The soloist reminds me a bit of Custer LaRue, but is either Sandra Simon or Cynthia Roberts (it's not clear online and I don't own the whole CD. Note to Apple and Amazon--make CD liner notes accessible with downloads).
Il Est Né Le Divin Enfant, also on the same cd by baroque orchestra Apollo's Fire:
Monday, December 22, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
I'm supposed to be baking, not blogging! Stay cozy, friends.
Christmas Cometh Caroling (1942)
Jesu Parvule (1943)
What Are the Signs (1944)
Ah, Bleak and Chill the Wintry Wind (1945)
All on A Christmas Morning (1946)
Nigh Bethlehem (1947)
Christ in the Stranger's Guise (1948)
Sleep Baby Mine (1949)
This Is Christmas (1950)
Some Children See Him (1951)
Come, Dear Children (1952)
O, Hearken Ye (1953)
Caroling. Caroling (1954)
We'll Dress the House (1954)
The Star Carol (1954)
1. This is Christmas (also called "Bright, Bright the Holly Berries" sometimes, after the first line of the song). If you go to the Alfred Burt Carol website, you'll hear most of Julie Andrews' recording of the carol, but here is a brisk version by the Camilli String Quartet:
2. Caroling, Caroling. This song was made popular by Nat King Cole, but I think the slow speed at which he sang it makes the song sound lugubrious instead of merry. Here is a version by The Singers Unlimited. Andy Williams also sings this carol (slightly faster than NKC), but that version wasn't available at Amazon.
Happy Solstice Eve!
Friday, December 19, 2008
by Susan Cooper
And so the Shortest Day came and the year died
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.
They lighted candles in the winter trees;
They hung their homes with evergreen;
They burned beseeching fires all night long
To keep the year alive.
And when the new year's sunshine blazed awake
They shouted, revelling.
Through all the frosty ages you can hear them
Echoing behind us - listen!
All the long echoes, sing the same delight,
This Shortest Day,
As promise wakens in the sleeping land:
They carol, feast, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends,
And hope for peace.
And now so do we, here, now,
This year and every year.
Unbeknownst to me until a few days ago, this poem was written by children's author Susan Cooper for The Christmas Revels, an annual celebration that takes place in Cambridge, MA, each year. If you're ever in the Harvard Square area in December, I highly recommend seeing and hearing this ever-changing group of performers.
Poetry Friday is being hosted today by Author Amok. Be sure to check out my tongue-in-cheek original holiday poem, as well, at my other blog, Rockhound Place.
with apologies to Clement C. Moore
by C. Fiddler
'Twas ten days before Christmas when it was made clear
that, again, things would not be easy this year.
A nasty bug on my stomach assaulted,
and holiday preparations suddenly halted.
No cookies were baked, no presents were wrapped;
plans for a tea party had to be scrapped.
Musical soirées were quickly postponed;
crafting and blogging were now left alone.
But children were healthy, and helpful, oh, yes!
Perhaps they were thinking they had to impress
the man in the red suit--you know the guy:
that magical being that makes reindeer fly.
Whatever their motives, these children were aces
at getting themselves in their mother's good graces.
They helped one another, without much complaint,
and with the washer themselves did acquaint.
Then the day came I could rise without fear,
and hug all my children with thanks most sincere.
Baking and wrapping and crafting ensue
with this, my most lovable crew.
Since now we are busy with holiday joy,
one last simple rhyme we fast will employ--
to our friends far and near we articulate,
"May your holidays be cheery, and your new year be great!"
Poetry Friday is being hosted today by Author Amok. Be sure to check out the posts there and also head on over to my other blog, A Habit of Reading, for a solstice poem by Susan Cooper.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
From The Christmas Revels--In Celebration of the Winter Solstice: Abbots Bromley Horn Dance.
and, while not strictly a song for the holidays, this one is a Revels tradition:
A little trivia--Susan Cooper (author of The Dark is Rising sequence) wrote the poem, "The Shortest Day," for Revels in 1977. I've known the poem for a few years now, but had no idea it was created for Revels.
From Anonymous 4's cd On Yoolis Night: Medieval Carols and Motets:
A carol, Nowel: Owt of your slepe aryse.
and a song, Gabriel, Fram Heven-King
Monday, December 08, 2008
1. Psallite unigenito by Michael Praetorius. Praetorius was a late 16th century German composer who was much loved by a music professor of mine. Said professor was also the director of the chamber choir with which I sang for three years, and every year at the holidays we would sing this beautiful, albeit short 4-part song:
Prætorius was also one of the most prolific composers of his generation in Germany, listing over forty volumes of printed music at the end of the Syntagma musicum, including sacred and secular works of all kinds for voices, choirs, instruments, and organ.
From Goldberg, the Early Music Portal, which I just discovered tonight! What a resource.
2. Gaudete (thanks, Barb!). This tune from the Renaissance is in a minor key and has such a rousing beat that it is fun to listen to--the recording I have that I like best is that of John Rutter and the Cambridge Singers on the cd, A Christmas Festival, but that's not available to listen to via an Amazon widget. There's a recording out there somewhere that I like better, but I haven't been able to find it--it uses period instruments and the small group of singers have excellent Latin. But for fun, listen to this recording by Steeleye Span, for the mangled Latin with the added bonus of Cockney accents!
3. O Magnum Mysterium, by Tomás Luis de Victoria. This motet did make the top 50 carols in BBC Music Magazine, coming in pretty high up the list at number fifteen. Victoria was another 16th century composer, this one from Spain. The beginning is gorgeously ethereal (if done correctly, and Chanticleer has one of the best recordings I could find), and the work ends with a rousing Alleluia.
Sunday, December 07, 2008
Dating back from the 12th century, the Wexford Carol comes from the town of Enniscorthy in, yes, County Wexford, Ireland. Beginning 'Good people all, this Christmas time,' it has become familiar to many today through John Rutter's beautiful arrangement of 1978 which begins with a melodious, if frighteningly exposed, baritone solo.
From "The 50 Greatest Carols," in the December, 2008 issue of BBC Music Magazine.
I love the medieval sound of this carol. In fact, it's such a favorite that I arranged it for string quartet and used it as my wedding processional--in September! Its sound is due to the fact that it is not in a key like D major, but is rather based around an older mode called Mixolydian, where the seventh note of the scale is a half-tone flatter than it is in the modern major (or Ionian) scale. Sing Do-re-mi-fa-sol-la and then sing ti down a half-step (te), do.There is an excellent written explanation of musical modes here.
This was another carol I remember hearing Julie Andrews sing back in the 1970s, but I also like what is probably its most recent incarnation, on the cd, Songs of Joy & Peace, by Yo-Yo Ma and Friends. The track features Alison Kraus on vocals, Natalie McMaster on fiddle, and Yo-Yo Ma on ukelele (kidding).
Saturday, December 06, 2008
1. Link to the person who gave you the award. ✓
2. Post the graphic. ✓
3. Pass the award on to ten other bloggers whose blogs you consider cool (though they can't all be the coolest, can they? Methinks the graphic needs a little more tweaking, but my thanks to hornblower for editing the glaring grammatical goof).✓
Here are my ten (alphabetically by blogger name, except for the last two blogs):
Barb, a friend and choral companion, at her cozy blog, the cardinal compass, has thought-provoking posts from time to time. Now if we could just get her to post her recipes!
Kathy has wonderful arts-and-crafts ideas posted at her blog, Art Projects for Kids. Many of her posts are seasonally themed.
Kris at At Home Science has book lists, product reviews, and much more. Plus her blog's banner is just beautiful!
My buddy, LB, at 3-Ring Binder, who nudged me into blogging in the first place, has an eclectic blend of art, poetry, pop culture, homeschooling, politics, and more.
I'm sure children's author, Melissa Wiley, has already been tagged with this award, but I give a shout-out to her prolific blog, Here in the Bonny Glen, anyway.
Another friend, Sue, at Never Wear Your Pets on Your Head, is one of the funniest homeschooling moms I know. Look for her articles in Secular Homeschooling Magazine.
Suji at Funschooling always has inspiration for me when I feel like I need it! She shares her homeschooling days, resources, and ideas generously. She has a very creative banner, as well.
Yat-Yee Chong has insights into the writing-for-children world, and is a regular participant in the Poetry Friday round-up.
I don't know if these last two blogs will appreciate this somewhat girly award or not, but friend and fellow musician, Manoj, posts at both Our Unschooling Adventure and How to Be a Great Vocal Ensemble. I'm hoping he'll post some more singing tips on the latter blog soon!
And now, for your reading pleasure, here is a selection from "To a Butterfly," by William Wordsworth:
I've watched you now a full half-hour,
Self-poised upon that yellow flower;
And, little Butterfly! indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless! - not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!
This plot of orchard-ground is ours;
My trees they are, my Sister's flowers;
Here rest your wing when they are weary;
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bough!
We'll talk of sunshine and of song,
And summer days, when we were young;
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.
Friday, December 05, 2008
But today I want to touch on a favorite carol of mine, which was very high up on the BBC list, with text by Christina Rossetti and music by various composers: "In the Bleak Midwinter." I like Gustav Holst's version, which I remember hearing Julie Andrews singing when I was a tween (not that such a term existed way back then).
Even though Holst is well-known for his symphonic work, The Planets, the majority of his works were either choral or vocal, or written for the stage. Holst was largely passed over in my undergraduate music history classes, merely mentioned as a contemporary and friend of Ralph Vaughan Williams and, oh, yes, he wrote that "popular" piece, the one about the solar system or something. Even though I was a music performance major, and we were supposed to be above music that crowds adore, I secretly loved listening to bombastic "Jupiter" and whimsical "Mercury," not to mention vehement "Mars" when I was in a snit (who, me?). And then there was also Holst's other popular orchestral work, St. Paul's Suite, which had plenty of celtic-sounding folksong in it to charm me, too.
Egdon Heath, a tone poem inspired by Thomas Hardy's fictional populated heath, is considered by many to be the finest of Holst's compositions, though I must admit to unfamiliarity with the piece. Ah, well. My holiday wish list and my list of "music with which to acquaint myself" grow ever longer.
"In the Bleak Midwinter," with music by another composer, Harold Darke, is also much sung by choirs around the world. I like this one, too, but the Julie Andrews recording pushes the Holst one over the top for me.
from Winter, Awake!
by Linda Kroll
The sun hung low in southern skies.
The days grew short; then nights were long,
With bright Orion striding high
Above the quiet farms and towns.
At last the harvest work was done.
The stalks of corn were stacked in shocks.
Potatoes, pumpkins, apples, plums
Were picked and canned and stored and packed.
The wren and robin young were grown.
Their songs had ceased; the flocks were gone.
Great vees of geese had honked good-bye.
The monarch butterflies had flown.
But still fall lingered, fair and fine,
With misty mornings, hazy days,
While waiting nature watched for hints
Of cutting cold and biting winds,
For sullen skies of snowy flakes.
But Winter would not wake.
This is the text on the first page of Linda Kroll's and Ruth Lieberherr's beautiful book, Winter Awake. The rest of this lovely poem and gorgeous illustrations fill the book, which is perfect for this time of year here in New England. The weather keeps flip-flopping, and only the tiniest little flakes of snow have been seen, much to my children's chagrin. But the signs are all around. The trees are mostly bare, the geese have come and gone, the tops of ponds are slushy even when daytime temperatures reach fifty degrees. We're looking forward to celebrating the solstice here in just a little over two weeks, so books like Winter, Awake are at the top of our list of favorite winter books.
Other wintery books that are either books of poetry or poetic in nature that we like include A Snowflake Fell--Poems about Winter (compiled by Laura Whipple; illustrated by Hatsuki Hori), Winter Poems (selected by Barbara Rogasky; illustrated by Trina Schart Hyman), Winter Lights--A Season in Poems & Quilts (by Anna Grossnickle Hines), Winter King, Summer Queen (written by Mary Lister; illustrated by Diana Mayo), and Winter Lullaby (by Barbara Seuling; illustrated by Greg Newbold). I'll be posting more of our favorite winter and holiday books soon. Happy December, everyone!
Poetry Friday is being hosted today at Mommy's Favorite Children's Books.
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
2009 is the 200th anniversary of the birth of Felix Mendelssohn, so I expect to see and hear a lot of Mendelssohn's music performed next year. Other than the oratorio, Elijah, I didn't have a lot of familiarity with other choral works by the composer. My lack of knowledge is taking a swift turn for the better, however, as the community chorus I sing with will be performing not one, not two, but three of Mendelssohn's choral compositions in an early spring concert. Of these three works, particularly appropriate for the holiday season is the Magnificat in D, which the composer wrote when he was just thirteen.
I would have loved to have included a snippet of the Magnificat here, but it turns out that Amazon does not have an mp3 available of any of its sections, though I did find out that Wake Forest Public Radio will be presenting an American broadcast debut of the Magnificat, as sung by the Yale Schola Cantorum under the musical direction of Simon Carrington, formerly of the King's Singers and now professor of conducting at the Yale School of Music. I've already put it in my calendar to tune in online on the 28th at noon.
So instead, here is another, more well known tune by Mendelssohn. Enjoy!
Monday, December 01, 2008
The cd I always reach for first as soon as Thanksgiving is over is Bright Day Star by the Baltimore Consort, which you can still find at iTunes or as mp3 files at Amazon even though copies are no longer being released from the recording label. I've waxed poetic about the voice of BC member Custer LaRue before, but it's the instrumentals in the first track that I love best. Enjoy!
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Evidently in some parts of the U.S. there are no acorns to be found, at all:
The idea seemed too crazy to Rod Simmons, a measured, careful field botanist. Naturalists in Arlington County couldn't find any acorns. None. No hickory nuts, either. Then he went out to look for himself. He came up with nothing. Nothing crunched underfoot. Nothing hit him on the head.
Then calls started coming in about crazy squirrels. Starving, skinny squirrels eating garbage, inhaling bird feed, greedily demolishing pumpkins. Squirrels boldly scampering into the road. And a lot more calls about squirrel roadkill.
Read the rest of the article here, at the Washington Post online. Photo by Richard A. Lipski, of that same publication.
Some botanists believe the incredibly wet spring experienced by the Mid-Atlantic region and New England could be to blame--all that rain may have washed away enough oak pollen to have impacted acorn production. But no conclusions have been reached, and further study will be done to ascertain both the cause and effects of the dearth of acorns.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Once upon a time I actually used the first movement of the violin concerto as the basis of my master's thesis, which was a dissection of the technical aspects of the music in order to create exercises to learn the solo part more easily. In other words, I took the hard parts and broke them down and made up ways to practice them. Too many years later, I find that I can still more or less play the whole first movement (up until the cadenza, at least), with some skill even in these currently mostly unused fingers. I think that, for my 40th birthday, which looms ever nearer on the horizon, I will promise myself that I will continue working on this piece (maybe even the more difficult 3rd movement) with the eventual goal of performing it in some respect. Ack. Those words look scary in writing!
Here's the dreamy Joshua Bell playing the first part of the first movement (visit here, here, here, and here for the rest of the concerto--listen to the last one if you only have time for one more). Take a listen, and see if you can understand why it moves me so!
Saturday, November 22, 2008
My baby is four years old! I can't believe how fast the time has gone. The positives: no more diapers, no more nursing, more sleep (theoretically, anyway), and more nights out. The negative: no more baby! Though my little M. is still cuddly, is generous with hugs and kisses, and will sit in my lap without a fuss whenever I want him to, so I have the best of both worlds right now.
The arrival of my parents from the Deep South (blame them--they brought the cold weather North with them) for M.'s birthday also meant that we had extended family that live locally over for "Thanksgiving Lite" yesterday evening. Two of my relatives have Celiac disease, so our gluten-free menu included boneless turkey breast, roasted potatoes, peas, and salad, and gingered dried fruit slow-cooker compote with vanilla ice cream for dessert. I think I prefer the lightness of this menu (and the ease of its preparation) to the all-out Thanksgiving meal we'll be enjoying next week at my sister's house in the Mid-Atlantic region. I'm getting stuffed just thinking about it!
I missed Music Monday (and Poetry Friday on my other blog) this week, as I was too tired all week to post. It was a very musical week, though, with dress rehearsals, a performance by our homeschooling, multi-generational chorus today, and the community chorus (my Monday night chorus) concert tomorrow afternoon. Here's a song our family chorus sang today, as sung by the entertaining Perry Como--enjoy!
Friday, November 14, 2008
by Hartley Coleridge
The mellow year is hastening to its close;
The little birds have almost sung their last,
Their small notes twitter in the dreary blast--
The shrill-piped harbinger of early snows;
The patient beauty of the scentless rose,
Oft with the morn's hoar crystal quaintly glassed.
Hangs, a pale mourner for the summer past,
And makes a little summer where it grows:
In the chill sunbeam of the faint brief day
The dusky waters shudder as they shine,
The russet leaves obstruct the straggling way
Of oozy brooks, which no deep banks define,
And the gaunt woods, in ragged, scant array,
Wrap their old limbs with sombre ivy twine.
Hartley Coleridge was the eldest son of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, author of The Rime of the Ancient Mariner and Kubla Khan
Poetry Friday is being hosted today by Yat-Yee Chong. Head on over and see what poems are being rounded up today!
Monday, November 10, 2008
Friday, November 07, 2008
I like the fall,
The mist and all.
I like the night owl's
And wailing sound
Of wind around.
I like the gray
And bare, dead boughs
That coldly sway
Against my pane.
I like the rain.
I like to sit
And laugh at it--
My cozy fire a bit.
I like the fall--
The mist and all.--
This week's Poetry Friday round-up is being hosted at Check It Out. Head on over!
Photo courtesy of Jim Wegryn.
Monday, November 03, 2008
One of my favorite Copland compositions is Appalachian Spring, another piece of music that is featured on Keeping Score. Copland uses Simple Gifts, a Shaker tune, in the middle of the piece, and this particular section is just plain inspirational. Enjoy, and go vote!
Sunday, November 02, 2008
The Circle of Thanks: Native American Poems and Songs of Thanksgiving, told by Joseph Bruchac; illustrated by Murv Jacob.
Thanksgiving Poems, collected by Myra Cohn Livingston; illustrated by Stephen Gammell
Merrily Comes Our Harvest in, edited by Lee Bennett Hopkins; illustrated by Ben Shecter
Holiday Stew with Seasoning, Too! A Kid's Portion of Holiday and Seasonal Poems, by Jenny Whitehead
The Book of Thanksgiving--Stories, Poems, and Recipes for Sharing One of America's Greatest Holidays, by Jessica Faust and Jacky Sach
It's Thanksgiving! by Jack Prelutsky; illustrated by Marilyn Hafner
Over the River and through the Wood, by Lydia Marie Child; illustrated by David Catrow (in this particular incarnation, anyway)
Thanksgiving with Me, by Margaret Willy; illustrated by Lloyd Bloom
Friday, October 31, 2008
Lucy Maud Montgomery is best known for her works of fiction, including Anne of Green Gables and its sequels. Scattered throughout her novels are poems, often "created" by the characters in her books. Recently I found a pdf of all of Montgomery's poems, including some I don't remember from the stories I've read. I enjoy the way she evokes images, such as in "Autumn Evening," which you can find here, in my entry in today's Poetry Friday round-up.
An Autumn Evening
Dark hills against a hollow crocus sky
Scarfed with its crimson pennons, and below
The dome of sunset long, hushed valleys lie
Cradling the twilight, where the lone winds blow
And wake among the harps of leafless trees
Fantastic runes and mournful melodies.
The chilly purple air is threaded through
With silver from the rising moon afar,
And from a gulf of clear, unfathomed blue
In the southwest glimmers a great gold star
Above the darkening druid glens of fir
Where beckoning boughs and elfin voices stir.
And so I wander through the shadows still,
And look and listen with a rapt delight,
Pausing again and yet again at will
To drink the elusive beauty of the night,
Until my soul is filled, as some deep cup,
That with divine enchantment is brimmed up.
by Lucy Maud Montgomery
Poetry Friday is being hosted today by Poetry for Children.
Monday, October 27, 2008
But I can't let my last Halloween Music Monday post be so boring, so here is quite an enjoyable animation in the style of The Nightmare Before Christmas, to the tune of Funeral March of a Marionette, by Charles Gounod, a contemporary of Saint-Saens, and a fellow countryman. In the video, the music doesn't begin until almost two minutes in, just fyi. This animated short was created by Eric Fonseca, an artist from San Antonio, according to the blurb on his YouTube page.
You may know of another little ditty by Gounod with the title Ave Maria, though he composed only the melody there, and a more famous composer wrote the underlying prelude (J.S. Bach). Other of Gounod's compositions that are still performed today include his operas, Romeo & Juliet and Faust.
Friday, October 24, 2008
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified apples appear and disappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing clear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.
And I keep hearing from the cellar bin
The rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have had too much
Of apple-picking: I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.
There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.
That struck the earth,
No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,
Went surely to the cider-apple heap
As of no worth.
One can see what will trouble
This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
Were he not gone,
The woodchuck could say whether it's like his
Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
Or just some human sleep.
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Big A little a.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
While learning that a ballad, simply put, is a poem that tells a story and is or was meant to be sung, I was fascinated to learn that one of the oldest existing printed ballads is about that heroic figure, Robin Hood. Printed around the late 1400's or early 1500's, "A Gest of Robyn Hode" is almost certainly a compilation of earlier versions of the legends that existed in the oral tradition.
I began, however, with a recording of the song, "The Grey Selkie," as sung by the band Solas on their Words that Remain cd, and then gave the kids a simple definition of the ballad. After this, I mentioned the titles of several ballads I knew the kids knew (as they had all sung at least two or three of them in the recent past). The list of traditional ballads is long, but these were the ones I mentioned--
Johnny Has Gone for a Soldier
The Rising of the Moon
A Gest of Robyn Hode
One of the children read a few stanzas from "Robyn Hode," and from there we began to talk about rhyme schemes. The kids were all given a copy of "The Great Selkie of Skule Skerry" from the Evan-Moor book, Read and Understand Poetry (Grades 5-6+) to figure out what rhyme scheme this particular poem follows (AABB). Then I read a bit from "The Highwayman" and "Casey at the Bat" and had them find the rhymes. From here we went on to discuss other common aspects of ballads, including
regular rhyme schemes (often AABB or ABAB)
unhappy and sometimes abrupt endings
dialogue between characters
sparsity of narration
in medias res form of storytelling (pronounced ĭn mē'dē-əs rās, as I found out afterwards with the help of a trusty dictionary)
I left the kids with a challenge to find a news story with which to use their imaginations and the facts to create a story featuring two individuals. They will also need to invent some dialogue between the characters, and use the story and dialogue as the basis for a ballad, relying on the possible components of that form listed above to help them. After creating their ballads, they will hopefully bring them to next month's meeting and share them. Since I challenged them, I suppose this means I should work on one of my own, hmm? Stay tuned. . .