"The Poet's Dog"--from Newbery Medal winner Patricia MacLachlan comes a poignant story about two children, a poet, and a dog and how they help one another survive loss and recapture love
The Poet's Dog
From Newbery
Medal winner Patricia MacLachlan comes a poignant story about two
children, a poet, and a dog and how they help one another survive loss
and recapture love.
3 starred reviews. "Just
what I needed," raves Brightly. "It's a heart-warming story of loss and
love that filled me with hope for a better future and renewed my belief
in good."
Teddy is a gifted dog. Raised in a cabin by a
poet named Sylvan, he grew up listening to sonnets read aloud and the
comforting clicking of a keyboard. Although Teddy understands words,
Sylvan always told him there are only two kinds of people in the world
who can hear Teddy speak: poets and children.
Then one day Teddy
learns that Sylvan was right. When Teddy finds Nickel and Flora trapped
in a snowstorm, he tells them that he will bring them home—and they
understand him. The children are afraid of the howling wind, but not of
Teddy’s words. They follow him to a cabin in the woods, where the dog
used to live with Sylvan . . . only now his owner is gone.
As
they hole up in the cabin for shelter, Teddy is flooded with memories of
Sylvan. What will Teddy do when his new friends go home? Can they help
one another find what they have lost?
Patricia MacLachlan
Patricia MacLachlan was born on the prairie,
and to this day carries a small bag of prairie dirt with her wherever
she goes to remind her of what she knew first. She is the author of many
well-loved novels and picture books, including Sarah, Plain and Tall,
winner of the Newbery Medal; its sequels, Skylark and Caleb's Story; and
Three Names, illustrated by Mike Wimmer. She lives in western
Massachusetts.
In Her Own Words..."One thing I've learned with
age and parenting is that life comes in circles. Recently, I was having a
bad time writing. I felt disconnected. I had moved to a new home and
didn't feel grounded. The house, the land was unfamiliar to me. There
was no garden yet. Why had I sold my old comfortable 1793 home? The one
with the snakes in the basement, mice everywhere, no closets. I would
miss the cold winter air that came in through the electrical sockets."
"I
had to go this day to talk to a fourth-grade class, and I banged around
the house, complaining. Hard to believe, since I am so mild mannered
and pleasant, isn't it? What did I have to say to them? I thought what I
always think when I enter a room of children. What do I know?"
"I
plunged down the hillside and into town, where a group of fourth-grade
children waited for me in the library, freshly scrubbed, expectant.
Should I be surprised that what usually happens did so? We began to talk
about place, our living landscapes. And I showed them my little bag of
prairie dirt from where I was born. Quite simply, we never got off the
subject of place. Should I have been so surprised that these young
children were so concerned with place, or with the lack of it, their
displacement? Five children were foster children, disconnected from
their homes. One little boy's house had burned down, everything gone.
'Photographs, too,' he said sadly. Another told me that he was moving
the next day to place he'd never been. I turned and saw the librarian,
tears coming down her face."
"'You know,' I said. 'Maybe I should
take this bag of prairie dirt and toss it into my new yard. I'll never
live on the prairie again. I live here now. The two places could mix
together that way!' 'No!' cried a boy from the back. 'Maybe the prairie
dirt will blow away!' And then a little girl raised her hand. 'I think
you should put that prairie dirt in a glass bowl in your window so that
when you write you can see it all the time. So you can always see what
you knew first.'"
"When I left the library, I went home to write.
What You Know First owes much to the children of the Jackson Street
School: the ones who love place and will never leave it, the ones who
lost everything and have to begin again. I hope for them life comes in
circles, too."
https://www.amazon.com/Patricia-MacLachlan/e/B000AQ1O3Q
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