Father Goose
A New Blog for Teachers, Librarians, Parents and Kids!
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
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Friday, December 30, 2011
MY LITTLE PLANET: New Series of Eco-Friendly Books
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
I See Winter

By Charles Ghigna
Illustrated by Ag Jatkowska
I see snowflakes passing by.
I see gray geese in the sky.
I see shadows on the hill.
I see frost upon the sill.
I see boots and hats brand new.
I see mittens red and blue.
I see sleds and pairs of skates.
I see icy figure eights.
I see snowmen in a row.
I see angels in the snow.
I see trees without their leaves.
I see smoke rings ride the breeze.
I see cookies on a plate.
I see Grandma decorate.
I see cocoa in a cup.
I see Grandpa sip it up.
I see people in a choir.
I see stockings by the fire.
I see lights upon the tree.
I see a present wrapped me!
Sunday, November 6, 2011
I See Fall

By Charles Ghigna
Illustrated by Ag Jatkowska
I see trees of red and brown.
I see gold leaves on the ground.
I see apples piled high.
I see buses passing by.
I see geese out on the lake.
I see waves the breezes make.
I see squirrels playing chase.
I see a jack-o’-lantern’s face!
I see friendly ghosts and witches.
I see clowns in funny britches.
I see pumpkins on the street.
I see friends go trick-or-treat!
I see an owl in a tree.
I see a scarecrow wink at me.
I see the sun begin to set.
I see my shadow’s silhouette.
I see a pink and purple sky.
I see a homemade pumpkin pie.
I see turkey on a plate.
I see my family celebrate.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Halloween Candy Check
Parents say the candy check
Is something they must do.
They have to search for anything
That might be bad for you.
Although they never find a thing
Despite this careful chore,
It’s funny how the bag comes back
Much lighter than before.
from HALLOWEEN NIGHT © Charles Ghigna
Scholastic Book Club
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Drum Beats
A blur of hands,
a shock of hair,
a smile flashes
through the air,
time stands still
like a hum
in the heartbeat
of his drum.
* * *
Thunder rolls
in his hands,
lightning dances
in his eyes,
his drum beats
away the night,
leading us
to bluer skies.
©Charles Ghigna
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Autumn's WayThursday, August 11, 2011
Sarah Vaughan

An infant speaks,
a young girl sighs,
an old man laughs
to hide his cries.
When Sarah sang
her sultry song,
clear blue skies
from now on.
How gentle is the rain
that falls softly on the meadow.
Birds high up in the trees
serenade the flowers with their melodies.
See there beyond the hills
the bright colors of the rainbow,
some magic from above
made this day for us just to fall in love.
©Charles Ghigna
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Stella Saw a Star
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Billie Holiday (1915-1959)

Billie Holiday was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, April 7, 1915.
Her real name was Eleanora Harris.
She taught herself to sing during her early teens
and began performing as a featured soloist with many jazz bands.
She is regarded as one of the greatest jazz singers of all time.
In 1941 she wrote the song "God Bless the Child."
Her nickname was "Lady Day."
Lady Day
Sighing, crying,
soft as rain,
filled with promise,
filled with pain,
Billie's voice,
raw, self-styled
tamed the night
and blessed the child.
Them that's got shall get.
Them that's not shall lose.
So the Bible said
and it still is news.
Mama may have,
Papa may have,
but God bless the child that's got his own,
that's got his own.
©Charles Ghigna
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Cozy Morning Cats

Cozy Morning Cats
Daddy Cat sits in the windowsill
Watching the sun rise over the hill.
Momma Cat sits on the window box
Cleaning her furry snow white socks.
Kitty Cat sits on the braided rug
Watching a baby ladybug.
Granny Cat sits in the rocking chair
Watching them all in the golden air.
©Charles Ghigna
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
What I Learn from Picture Books

What I learn from picture books
Is always lots of fun,
My numbers and the alphabet,
The planets and the sun.
I learn about the Wild Things
Beneath a Goodnight Moon
And what to see on Mulberry Street
Where silly things can bloom.
I learn about Curious George
Who rides a bike like me
And Corduroy who roams around
To see what he can see.
I learn about a Bunny
Who likes to runaway,
But just like me he soon decides
He’d much prefer to stay.
I learn about the land and sea
And where the rivers lead,
But most of all I like to learn
What fun it is to read.
©Charles Ghigna
Friday, June 17, 2011
Mesmer Eyes
Thursday, June 9, 2011
A Poem is a Little Path

A poem is a little path
That leads you through the trees.
It takes you to the cliffs and shores,
To anywhere you please.
Follow it and trust your way
With mind and heart as one,
And when the journey’s over,
You’ll find you’ve just begun.
from The 20th Century Children's Poetry Treasury ©Charles Ghigna
photo of my grandson, Christopher Pierce ©Scott Pierce
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Dance of the Dragonflies
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
A Gift of Flowers
Charlotte Rose
* * *
Wild Flowers
I want to give you flowers,
not in baskets and bouquets,
not cut and dried in vases,
not wrapped in green wax papers
or pinned into corsage;
I want to give you flowers,
a hillside full of flowers
where all our someday babies
can run and laugh and play
among the wild flowers
I give to you today.
from Love Poems
©Charles Ghigna













