MzTeachuh: Special Needs Tweets of the Day 4/12/13

MzTeachuh: Special Needs Tweets of the Day 4/12/13: I think I actually did write six thousand three IEPs. 1. Individual Education Plans http://www.edu.gov.on.ca/eng/general/elemsec/spe...

Special Needs Tweets of the Day 4/12/13

I think I actually did write six thousand three IEPs.

1. Individual Education Plans

http://www.edu.gov.on.ca/eng/general/elemsec/speced/iep/iep.html 

2. The Benefits of Later School Starts

http://www.smartkidswithld.org/hot-topics/benefits-later-school-starts 

3. Retention, Delays and Social Promotion
http://www.wrightslaw.com/info/retain.index.htm 

4. Warning Signs & Evaluation

 http://www.ncld.org/parents-child-disabilities/ld-testing/

5. Special Education Teaching Best Practices

https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=1441644043303616609#editor/target=post;postID=2906743508802366815http://www.edmentum.com/resources/brochures/special-education-teaching-best-practices  

6. Spotlight on Special Education

http://www.capitalregionboces.org/SpecEd/news/11_12/SEL_SpecEd.cfm 

7.  Yale Center for Dyslexia and Creativity

 http://dyslexia.yale.edu/

MzTeachuh: Ed Tech and STEM Tweets of the Day 4/12/14

MzTeachuh: Ed Tech and STEM Tweets of the Day 4/12/14: 1. 12 O'Quad High: Trigonometry in Flight Grades 9-12 / Math / Reasoning CCSS: Math F.TF.5 Math.Practice.MP2 Math.Practice...

Ed Tech and STEM Tweets of the Day 4/12/14

1. 12 O'Quad High: Trigonometry in Flight

Grades 9-12 / Math / Reasoning

CCSS: Math F.TF.5 Math.Practice.MP2 Math.Practice.MP3 

https://www.teachingchannel.org/videos/laws-of-sines-cosines-lesson 

2. Two Browser-based Noise Meters That Show Students How Loudly They Speak 

http://www.freetech4teachers.com/2014/04/two-browser-based-noise-meters-that.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+freetech4teachers%2FcGEY+%28Free+Technology+for+Teachers%29#.U0ispVdlum0 

3. Ed Tech Review

http://edtechreview.co/ 

4.  iPad apps for Arts

 http://www.educatorstechnology.com/2014/04/excellent-ipad-apps-for-arts-teachers.html

5. Live Science: New Earthquake Hits Nicaragua

http://www.livescience.com/44790-new-earthquake-hits-nicaragua.html 

6. The Greener Side of Google is a Source of Inspiration

http://www.goodnet.org/articles/greener-side-google-source-inspiration 

7. 10 Tips For Smart iPad Security In Schools

http://www.teachthought.com/technology/10-critical-tips-secure-ipads-education/ 

 

MzTeachuh: National Poetry Month: Celebrating World Poetry (a...

MzTeachuh: National Poetry Month: Celebrating World Poetry (a...: The poet Dante, of Inferno fame Inaugurated by the Academy of American Poets in April 1996, National Poetry Month (NPM) brings together...

National Poetry Month: Celebrating World Poetry (a Great Resource)

The poet Dante, of Inferno fame

Inaugurated by the Academy of American Poets in April 1996, National Poetry Month (NPM) brings together lovers of poetry from around the country to celebrate poetry and its vital place in American culture. This year, the Academy is offering today’s tech-savvy students a new way to experience memorable poetry. See the Poetry Flow link at the end  of this post.

National Poetry Month: Celebrating World Poetry

http://edsitement.neh.gov/feature/national-poetry-month-celebrating-world-poetry

National Poetry Month: The Power of Poetry

http://edsitement.neh.gov/feature/national-poetry-month-power-poetry 

The 2014 Poetry Out Loud National Finals will be at the Lisner Auditorium, The George Washington University, April 30 (semifinals will take place on April 29). Admission is free and open to the public and the semis and finals will also be webcast live at arts.gov.

Poetry Out loud

http://www.poetryoutloud.org/about 

National Endowment for the Arts Acting Chairman Joan Shigekawa and Poetry Foundation President Robert Polito announce the 2014 National Finals of Poetry Out Loud, April 29-30, 2014 - See more at: http://arts.gov/news/2014/2014-national-finals-poetry-out-loud#sthash.kefrgKwM.dpufPoetry Out Loud Finalists 2014

http://arts.gov/news/2014/2014-national-finals-poetry-out-loud

http://www.neh.gov/

This site includes resources for National Poetry Month.
Here are a few of their choices:

• Epics
• The Ramayana
• Arabic Poetry
• Japanese Poetry
• World Poetry Sites

And a few of their related lessons:

• All Together Now: Collaborations in Poetry Writing »
• "Animal Farm": Allegory and the Art of Persuasion »
• Animating Poetry: Reading Poems about the Natural World »
• Arabic Poetry: Guzzle a Ghazal! »
• Can You Haiku? »
• Carl Sandburg's "Chicago": Bringing a Great City Alive »

This year EDSITEment is broadening the horizon by focusing on the different poetic forms developed across time and around the world.

This is a marvelous app designed for the iPhone, but can be usefu for any internet connection. Today (4/11/14) is Shakespeare! 

 http://www.poemflow.com/

MzTeachuh: Next Week's Lesson Plans 4/12/14

MzTeachuh: Next Week's Lesson Plans 4/12/14: "Some weeks, I just have trouble getting started," said the teacher nervously to the mentor. Some new sources for current eve...

Next Week's Lesson Plans 4/12/14

"Some weeks, I just have trouble getting started," said the teacher nervously to the mentor.

Some new sources for current events:

https://www.csun.edu/~hcedu013/cevents.html

22 Interactive Lessons to Bring Earth Day to Life

http://blogs.kqed.org/mindshift/2014/04/22-interactive-lessons-to-bring-earth-day-to-life/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+kqed%2FnHAK+%28MindShift%29 

National Poetry Month: Celebrating World Poetry

http://edsitement.neh.gov/feature/national-poetry-month-celebrating-world-poetry

These links are good to bring depth to your lesson plans:

I think Mozart might count. 

The Link Between Jazz Improvisation and Student Creativity

http://blogs.kqed.org/mindshift/2014/04/the-link-between-jazz-improvisation-and-student-creativity/ 

Do-It-Yourself Virtual Professional Development: Taking Ownership of Your Learning

http://www.edutopia.org/blog/diy-pd-own-your-learning-monica-burns 

Research on Children and Math: Underestimated and Unchallenged

http://parenting.blogs.nytimes.com/2014/04/03/research-on-children-and-math-underestimated-and-unchallenged/?_php=true&_type=blogs&_php=true&_type=blogs&_r=1&

These links will help you make your STEM lessons more happening.

Remember: the sky is cheap entertainment

Full Pink Moon: ‘Blood Moon’ on April 15 Along with Lunar Eclipse

http://www.theepochtimes.com/n3/614037-full-pink-moon-blood-moon-on-april-15-along-with-lunar-eclipse/

How to watch a total eclipse of the moon 

http://earthsky.org/space/how-do-i-watch-the-total-lunar-eclipse

Everything you need to know: Lyrid meteor shower

http://earthsky.org/astronomy-essentials/everything-you-need-to-know-lyrid-meteor-shower 

These links will help keep you organized (and sane.)

Try to avoid this.

Paperwork and documents for PBLs

http://bie.org/objects/documents

How to Plan a Class Field Trip

http://www.wikihow.com/Plan-a-Class-Field-Trip 

 

http://mzteachuh.blogspot.com/2013/09/teaching-is-being-organized-within.html

 

 

 

 

 

MzTeachuh: Who Helped You Take Your First Steps?

MzTeachuh: Who Helped You Take Your First Steps?: 'Farmstead" Van Gogh Mom, and, alright, Dad, too. Sweet painting by Vincent. Mother's Day May 11.

Who Helped You Take Your First Steps?

'Farmstead" Van Gogh

Mom, and, alright, Dad, too. Sweet painting by Vincent.

Mother's Day May 10.

MzTeachuh: National Poetry Month: Poem #10

MzTeachuh: National Poetry Month: Poem #10: In Flanders Fields   by John McCrae In Flan...

National Poetry Month: Poem #10

In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky, The larks, still bravely singing, fly, Scarce heard amid the guns below.    We are the dead; short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.    Take up our quarrel with the foe! To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high! If ye break faith with us who die    We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.   This poem is a rondeau, written by McCrae while a doctor in the trenches; he also died. Many Canadian soldiers volunteered for WWI after reading this. The poem was found in their pockets after they became casualites.

MzTeachuh: Special Needs Tweets of the Day 4/11/14

MzTeachuh: Special Needs Tweets of the Day 4/11/14: 1. Federal Initiative Aims at Early Screening for Developmental Delays http://blogs.edweek.org/edweek/speced/2014/04/federal_initiative...

Special Needs Tweets of the Day 4/11/14

1. Federal Initiative Aims at Early Screening for Developmental Delays

http://blogs.edweek.org/edweek/speced/2014/04/federal_initiative_aims_at_ear.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+OnSpecialEducation+%28Education+Week+Blog%3A+On+Special+Education%29 

2. The Day I Knew Everything Would Be OK

http://www.autismspeaks.org/blog/2014/04/10/day-i-knew-everything-would-be-ok?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+AutismSpeaksBlog+%28Autism+Speaks+|+Official+Blog%29 

3. Education Gap is An 'Urgent' Civil Rights Issue: George W. Bush 

http://www.specialneedsdigest.com/2014/04/education-gap-is-urgent-civil-rights.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+blogspot%2FLUdSt+%28Special+Needs+Digest%29 

4. Weaker gut instinct makes teens open to risky behavior

http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2014/03/140331153643.htm 

5. Groups Want Federal Autism Dollars Reallocated

http://www.disabilityscoop.com/2014/04/11/groups-autism-reallocated/19276/ 

6. House Education Chairman to Push for More Special Education Aid

http://www.edweek.org/ew/articles/2014/04/02/27speced.h33.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+EducationWeekSpecialEducation+%28Education+Week%3A+Special+Education%29 

7. E-Readers Can Make Reading Easier For Those With Dyslexia

http://anniemurphypaul.com/2014/04/e-readers-can-make-reading-easier-for-those-with-dyslexia/#comment-79876 

 

MzTeachuh: Ed Tech and STEM Tweets of the Day 4/11/14

MzTeachuh: Ed Tech and STEM Tweets of the Day 4/11/14: 1. How to Observe the Moon: Tips to See 2014's First Lunar Eclipse http://www.space.com/25447-moon-observing-...

Ed Tech and STEM Tweets of the Day 4/11/14

1. How to Observe the Moon: Tips to See 2014's First Lunar Eclipse

http://www.space.com/25447-moon-observing-tips-total-lunar-eclipse.html 

 

2. Share Your Classroom With The World

http://www.teachthought.com/teaching/take-a-classroom-selfie/ 

3.  Just Published! 40th ELT Blog Carnival: Ideas for Teaching with Technology

http://larryferlazzo.edublogs.org/2014/04/10/just-published-40th-elt-blog-carnival-ideas-for-teaching-with-technology/ 

4. Are We Underestimating the Math Powers of Our Youngest Students?

http://blogs.kqed.org/mindshift/2014/04/are-we-underestimating-the-math-powers-of-our-youngest-students/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+kqed%2FnHAK+%28MindShift%29 

5. Love Video Games? Then It’s Time To Love Math

http://www.edudemic.com/love-video-games-time-love-math/ 

6. E-Readers Can Make Reading Easier For Those With Dyslexia

http://anniemurphypaul.com/2014/04/e-readers-can-make-reading-easier-for-those-with-dyslexia/#comment-79876 

7. Celebrate Math Awareness Month 

 http://www.teachhub.com/celebrate-math-awareness-month

 

MzTeachuh: Who Put Up With Your Toddler Highjinks?

MzTeachuh: Who Put Up With Your Toddler Highjinks?: 'Mother and Child' Pablo Picasso Mostly your mom. Mother's Day May 11. And I bet you had the cutest little baby fac...

Who Put Up With Your Toddler Highjinks?

'Mother and Child' Pablo Picasso

Mostly your mom.

Mother's Day May 10.

And I bet you had the cutest little baby face!

Here's a Sesame Street favorite:
You're My Baby.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r501NT3NYw4&feature=related

MzTeachuh: MzTeachuh's Top Posts of the Week 4/11/14

MzTeachuh: MzTeachuh's Top Posts of the Week 4/11/14: Just to point out a little irony this week, the post listing films about Jesus had 41 more hits than the post listing rock poets, including...

MzTeachuh's Top Posts of the Week 4/11/14

Just to point out a little irony this week, the post listing films about Jesus had 41 more hits than the post listing rock poets, including John Lennon. So it could be said Jesus is more popular than John Lennon this week, at least on MzTeachuh. (Referencing Lennon's famous statement about 'the Beatles being more popular than Jesus.')

Movie Review: Films About Jesus

John Lennon (looking sort of like Jesus.)

http://mzteachuh.blogspot.com/2014/04/movie-review-films-about-jesus.html 

Teachable Moment: Who's the Greatest Rock Poet? (National Poetry Month) 

http://mzteachuh.blogspot.com/2014/04/teachable-moment-whos-greatest-rock.html

Good Morning, Spring, Time To Get Up 

http://mzteachuh.blogspot.com/2014/04/good-morning-spring-time-to-get-up.html?spref=bl 

National Poetry Month: Poems # 4 and #5 

http://mzteachuh.blogspot.com/2014/04/national-poetry-month-poems-4-and-5.html 

How Are We Teaching the Poor? Tweets of the Day 4/8/14  

http://mzteachuh.blogspot.com/2014/04/how-are-we-teaching-poor-tweets-of-day.html

Everyone Helps Kids Read 

http://mzteachuh.blogspot.com/2014/04/everyone-helps-kids-read.html 

Cheesy Jokes and Serious Thoughts About Easter 

 http://mzteachuh.blogspot.com/2014/04/cheesy-jokes-and-serious-thoughts-about_9.html

Next Week's Lesson Plans: 4/5/14 

http://mzteachuh.blogspot.com/2014/04/next-weeks-lesson-plans-4514.html 

Ed Tech and STEM Tweets of the Day 4/9/14 

http://mzteachuh.blogspot.com/2014/04/ed-tech-and-stem-tweets-of-day-4914.html 

Ed Tech and STEM Tweets of the Day 4/10/14 

http://mzteachuh.blogspot.com/2014/04/ed-tech-and-stem-tweets-of-day-41014.html 

Many thanks to our international readers. It is a privilege to serve you. USA, France, Germany, Canada, UK, Ukraine, Turkey, Poland, China, Australia.

 

 

 

MzTeachuh: Teachable Moment (National Poetry Month): Two Poem...

MzTeachuh: Teachable Moment (National Poetry Month): Two Poem...:   'The Giving Tree' and other poems http://www.shelsilverstein.com/books/ The Giv ing Tree  by Shel Silverstein Once th...

Teachable Moment (National Poetry Month): Two Poems for Earth Day

 

'The Giving Tree' and other poems http://www.shelsilverstein.com/books/

The Giving Tree 

by Shel Silverstein

Once there was a tree....
and she loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would come
and he would gather her leaves
and make them into crowns
and play king of the forest.
He would climb up her trunk
and swing from her branches
and eat apples.
And they would play hide-and-go-seek.
And when he was tired,
he would sleep in her shade.
And the boy loved the tree....
very much.
And the tree was happy.
But time went by.
And the boy grew older.
And the tree was often alone.
Then one day the boy came to the tree
and the tree said, "Come, Boy, come and
climb up my trunk and swing from my
branches and eat apples and play in my
shade and be happy."
"I am too big to climb and play" said
the boy.
"I want to buy things and have fun.
I want some money?"
"I'm sorry," said the tree, "but I
have no money.
I have only leaves and apples.
Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in
the city. Then you will have money and
you will be happy."
And so the boy climbed up the
tree and gathered her apples
and carried them away.
And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time....
and the tree was sad.
And then one day the boy came back
and the tree shook with joy
and she said, "Come, Boy, climb up my trunk
and swing from my branches and be happy."
"I am too busy to climb trees," said the boy.
"I want a house to keep me warm," he said.
"I want a wife and I want children,
and so I need a house.
Can you give me a house ?"
" I have no house," said the tree.
"The forest is my house,
but you may cut off
my branches and build a
house. Then you will be happy."

And so the boy cut off her branches
and carried them away
to build his house.
And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time.
And when he came back,
the tree was so happy
she could hardly speak.
"Come, Boy," she whispered,
"come and play."
"I am too old and sad to play,"
said the boy.
"I want a boat that will
take me far away from here.
Can you give me a boat?"
"Cut down my trunk
and make a boat," said the tree.
"Then you can sail away...
and be happy."
And so the boy cut down her trunk
and made a boat and sailed away.
And the tree was happy
... but not really.

And after a long time
the boy came back again.
"I am sorry, Boy,"
said the tree," but I have nothing
left to give you -
My apples are gone."
"My teeth are too weak
for apples," said the boy.
"My branches are gone,"
said the tree. " You
cannot swing on them - "
"I am too old to swing
on branches," said the boy.
"My trunk is gone, " said the tree.
"You cannot climb - "
"I am too tired to climb" said the boy.
"I am sorry," sighed the tree.
"I wish that I could give you something....
but I have nothing left.
I am just an old stump.
I am sorry...."
"I don't need very much now," said the boy.
"just a quiet place to sit and rest.
I am very tired."
"Well," said the tree, straightening
herself up as much as she could,
"well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting
Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest."
And the boy did.
And the tree was happy.

 

The Actual '73 Giving Tree Movie Spoken By Shel Silverstein 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1TZCP6OqRlE 

Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take The Garbage Out

Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout
Would not take the garbage out!
She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans,
Candy the yams and spice the hams,
And though her daddy would scream and shout.
She simply would not take the garbage out.
And so it piled up to the ceilings;
Coffee grounds and potato peelings,
Brown bananas, rotten peas,
Chunks of sour cottage cheese.
It filled the can, it covered the floor,
It cracked the window and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and chicken bones,
Drippy ends of ice cream cones,
Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel,
Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal,
Pizza crusts and withered greens,
Soggy beans and tangerines,
Crusts of black burned buttered toast,
Gristly bits of beffy roasts...
The garbage rolled on down the hall,
It raised the roof, it broke the wall...
Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs,
Globs of gooey bubble gum,
Cellpohane from green baloney,
Rubbery blubbery macaroni,
Peanut butter, caked and dry,
Curdled milk and crusts of pie,
Moldy melons, dried-up mustard,
Eggshells mixed with lemon custard,
Cold french fries and rancid meat,
Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat.
At last the grabage reached so high
That finally it touched the sky.
And all of the neighbors moved away,
And none of her friends would come to play.
And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said,
'OK, I'll take the garbage out! '
But then of course it was too late...
The garbage reached across the state,
From New York to the Golden Gate.
And there, in the garbage she did hate,
Poor Sarah met an awful fate,
That I cannot right now relate
Because the hour is much too late.
But children, remember Sarah Stout
And always take the garbage out!

Sara Cynthia Sylvia Stout! 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tvNhhEtUGJY 

MzTeachuh: Ed Tech and STEM Tweets of the Day 4/10/14

MzTeachuh: Ed Tech and STEM Tweets of the Day 4/10/14: 1. 6 BYOD Discussions Every School Should Have http://www.edutopia.org/blog/byod-discussions-schools-should-have-vicki-davis   2. Why...

Ed Tech and STEM Tweets of the Day 4/10/14

1. 6 BYOD Discussions Every School Should Have

http://www.edutopia.org/blog/byod-discussions-schools-should-have-vicki-davis 

2. Why You Should Try Video Feedback With Students

http://www.edudemic.com/video-feedback-with-students/ 

3. 20 Ways To Use Edmodo In The Classroom

 http://www.teachthought.com/technology/20-better-ways-to-use-edmodo-in-the-classroom/

4. How Teachers Make Cell Phones Work in the Classroom

http://blogs.kqed.org/mindshift/2012/05/how-teachers-make-cell-phones-work-in-the-classroom/ 

5. Making Science Relevant with Current Events

Grade 8 / Science / Literacy

CCSS: ELA.RST.6-8.2 ELA.RST.9-10.2 ELA.RST.11-12.2

https://www.teachingchannel.org/videos/teaching-science-with-current-events 

 

6.  How to Record Audio Interviews With Skype and QuickTime 

http://www.freetech4teachers.com/2014/04/how-to-record-audio-interviews-with.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+freetech4teachers%2FcGEY+%28Free+Technology+for+Teachers%29#.U0aL_Vdlum0 

7.

Encouraging Online Learner Participation

Online Participation

 http://www.facultyfocus.com/articles/asynchronous-learning-and-trends/encouraging-online-learner-participation/

MzTeachuh: Special Needs Tweets of the Day 4/10/14

MzTeachuh: Special Needs Tweets of the Day 4/10/14: 1. A QUEST for Social Skills http://special-ism.com/a-quest-for-social-skills-and-a-giveaway/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=fe...

Special Needs Tweets of the Day 4/10/14

1. A QUEST for Social Skills

http://special-ism.com/a-quest-for-social-skills-and-a-giveaway/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+Special-ism+%28Special-ism%29 

2. New York Times Autism Piece: Postscript 

http://www.specialneedsdigest.com/2014/04/new-york-times-autism-piece-postscript.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+blogspot%2FLUdSt+%28Special+Needs+Digest%29

3. My Child has a Medical Diagnosis why doesn’t he Qualify for an IEP?

http://www.specialeducationadvisor.com/my-child-has-a-medical-diagnosis-why-doesn%E2%80%99t-he-qualify-for-an-iep/ 

4. House Education Chairman to Push for More Special Education Aid

http://www.edweek.org/ew/articles/2014/04/02/27speced.h33.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+EducationWeekSpecialEducation+%28Education+Week%3A+Special+Education%29 

5. Justice Department Urges Shift Away From Sheltered Workshops

http://www.disabilityscoop.com/2014/04/08/justice-away-sheltered/19265/ 

6. Disney Sued Over Disability Access Policy

http://www.disabilityscoop.com/2014/04/08/disney-sued-disability-policy/19263/ 

7. Who’s afraid of math? Study finds some genetic factors

http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2014/03/140317095843.htm 

 

MzTeachuh: Someone Brought a Smile to Your Baby Face

MzTeachuh: Someone Brought a Smile to Your Baby Face: Mother and Child by Renoir Maybe someone still does. Mothers' Day is Sunday, May 11.

Someone Brought a Smile to Your Baby Face

Mother and Child by Renoir

Maybe someone still does.

Mothers' Day is Sunday, May 10.

MzTeachuh: Teachable Moment National Poetry Month: On the eig...

MzTeachuh: Teachable Moment National Poetry Month: On the eig...: Paul Revere's engraving of the Boston Massacre (March 5, 1770.) A poem was the actual caption for the illustration.   Paul Revere...

Teachable Moment National Poetry Month: On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive...

Paul Revere's engraving of the Boston Massacre (March 5, 1770.) A poem was the actual caption for the illustration.

 

Paul Revere’s Ride

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882)

LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year.         5 He said to his friend, ‘If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea;         10 And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.’ Then he said, ‘Good-night!’ and with muffled oar         15 Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore, Just as the moon rose over the bay, Where swinging wide at her moorings lay The Somerset, British man-of-war; A phantom ship, with each mast and spar         20 Across the moon like a prison bar, And a huge black hulk, that was magnified By its own reflection in the tide. Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street, Wanders and watches with eager ears,         25 Till in the silence around him he hears The muster of men at the barrack door, The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet, And the measured tread of the grenadiers, Marching down to their boats on the shore.         30 Then he climbed the tower of the Old North Church, By the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread, To the belfry-chamber overhead, And startled the pigeons from their perch On the sombre rafters, that round him made         35 Masses and moving shapes of shade,— By the trembling ladder, steep and tall, To the highest window in the wall, Where he paused to listen and look down A moment on the roofs of the town,         40 And the moonlight flowing over all. Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead, In their night-encampment on the hill, Wrapped in silence so deep and still That he could hear, like a sentinel’s tread,         45 The watchful night-wind, as it went Creeping along from tent to tent, And seeming to whisper, ‘All is well!’ A moment only he feels the spell Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread         50 Of the lonely belfry and the dead; For suddenly all his thoughts are bent On a shadowy something far away, Where the river widens to meet the bay,— A line of black that bends and floats         55 On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats. Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride, Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere. Now he patted his horse’s side,         60 Now gazed at the landscape far and near, Then, impetuous, stamped the earth, And turned and tightened his saddle-girth; But mostly he watched with eager search The belfry-tower of the Old North Church,         65 As it rose above the graves on the hill, Lonely and spectral and sombre and still. And lo! as he looks, on the belfry’s height A glimmer, and then a gleam of light! He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns,         70 But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight A second lamp in the belfry burns! A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark         75 Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet; That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat.         80 He has left the village and mounted the steep, And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep, Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides; And under the alders that skirt its edge, Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,         85 Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides. It was twelve by the village clock, When he crossed the bridge into Medford town. He heard the crowing of the cock, And the barking of the farmer’s dog,         90 And felt the damp of the river fog, That rises after the sun goes down. It was one by the village clock, When he galloped into Lexington. He saw the gilded weathercock         95 Swim in the moonlight as he passed, And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, Gaze at him with a spectral glare, As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would look upon.         100 It was two by the village clock, When he came to the bridge in Concord town. He heard the bleating of the flock, And the twitter of birds among the trees, And felt the breath of the morning breeze         105 Blowing over the meadows brown. And one was safe and asleep in his bed. Who at the bridge would be first to fall, Who that day would be lying dead, Pierced by a British musket-ball.         110 You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British Regulars fired and fled,— How the farmers gave them ball for ball, From behind each fence and farm-yard wall, Chasing the red-coats down the lane,         115 Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load. So through the night rode Paul Revere; And so through the night went his cry of alarm         120 To every Middlesex village and farm,— A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door And a word that shall echo forevermore! For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,         125 Through all our history, to the last, In the hour of darkness and peril and need, The people will waken and listen to hear The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed, And the midnight message of Paul Revere.         130

Paul Revere's Ride Reading

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Paul Revere's Ride

  by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-Five:
Hardly a man is now alive 
Who remembers that famous day and year.

He said to his friend, "If the British march
By land or sea from the town to-night,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry-arch
Of the North-Church-tower, as a signal-light,--
One if by land, and two if by sea;
And I on the opposite shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through every Middlesex village and farm,
For the country-folk to be up and to arm."

Then he said "Good night!" and with muffled oar
Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore,
Just as the moon rose over the bay,
Where swinging wide at her moorings lay
The Somerset, British man-of-war:
A phantom ship, with each mast and spar
Across the moon, like a prison-bar,
And a huge black hulk, that was magnified 
By its own reflection in the tide.

Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street
Wanders and watches with eager ears, 
Till in the silence around him he hears 
The muster of men at the barrack door,
The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet, 
And the measured tread of the grenadiers 
Marching down to their boats on the shore.

Then he climbed to the tower of the church,
Up the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,
To the belfry-chamber overhead,
And startled the pigeons from their perch
On the sombre rafters, that round him made
Masses and moving shapes of shade,--
By the trembling ladder, steep and tall,
To the highest window in the wall,
Where he paused to listen and look down
A moment on the roofs of the town,
And the moonlight flowing over all.

Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead, 
In their night-encampment on the hill, 
Wrapped in silence so deep and still 
That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread, 
The watchful night-wind, as it went 
Creeping along from tent to tent, 
And seeming to whisper, "All is well!" 
A moment only he feels the spell 
Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread 
Of the lonely belfry and the dead; 
For suddenly all his thoughts are bent 
On a shadowy something far away, 
Where the river widens to meet the bay, --
A line of black, that bends and floats 
On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.

Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride, 
Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride, 
On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.
Now he patted his horse's side, 
Now gazed on the landscape far and near, 
Then impetuous stamped the earth, 
And turned and tightened his saddle-girth;
But mostly he watched with eager search 
The belfry-tower of the old North Church, 
As it rose above the graves on the hill, 
Lonely and spectral and sombre and still.
And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height, 
A glimmer, and then a gleam of light!
He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns, 
But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight 
A second lamp in the belfry burns!

A hurry of hoofs in a village-street,
A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, 
And beneath from the pebbles, in passing, a spark 
Struck out by a steed that flies fearless and fleet: 
That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light, 
The fate of a nation was riding that night; 
And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, 
Kindled the land into flame with its heat.

He has left the village and mounted the steep,
And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep,
Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides;
And under the alders, that skirt its edge,
Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,
Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.

It was twelve by the village clock
When he crossed the bridge into Medford town.
He heard the crowing of the cock, 
And the barking of the farmer's dog, 
And felt the damp of the river-fog,
That rises when the sun goes down.

It was one by the village clock,
When he galloped into Lexington. 
He saw the gilded weathercock 
Swim in the moonlight as he passed, 
And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, 
Gaze at him with a spectral glare, 
As if they already stood aghast 
At the bloody work they would look upon.

It was two by the village clock,
When be came to the bridge in Concord town. 
He heard the bleating of the flock, 
And the twitter of birds among the trees, 
And felt the breath of the morning breeze
Blowing over the meadows brown.
And one was safe and asleep in his bed
Who at the bridge would be first to fall,
Who that day would be lying dead,
Pierced by a British musket-ball.

You know the rest. In the books you have read,
How the British Regulars fired and fled,--
How the farmers gave them ball for ball,
From behind each fence and farmyard-wall,
Chasing the red-coats down the lane,
Then crossing the fields to emerge again
Under the trees at the turn of the road,
And only pausing to fire and load.

So through the night rode Paul Revere;
And so through the night went his cry of alarm
To every Middlesex village and farm,-- 
A cry of defiance, and not of fear,
A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,
And a word that shall echo forevermore!
For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,
Through all our history, to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,
And the midnight message of Paul Revere.

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Paul Revere's Ride

  by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-Five:
Hardly a man is now alive 
Who remembers that famous day and year.

He said to his friend, "If the British march
By land or sea from the town to-night,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry-arch
Of the North-Church-tower, as a signal-light,--
One if by land, and two if by sea;
And I on the opposite shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through every Middlesex village and farm,
For the country-folk to be up and to arm."

Then he said "Good night!" and with muffled oar
Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore,
Just as the moon rose over the bay,
Where swinging wide at her moorings lay
The Somerset, British man-of-war:
A phantom ship, with each mast and spar
Across the moon, like a prison-bar,
And a huge black hulk, that was magnified 
By its own reflection in the tide.

Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street
Wanders and watches with eager ears, 
Till in the silence around him he hears 
The muster of men at the barrack door,
The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet, 
And the measured tread of the grenadiers 
Marching down to their boats on the shore.

Then he climbed to the tower of the church,
Up the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,
To the belfry-chamber overhead,
And startled the pigeons from their perch
On the sombre rafters, that round him made
Masses and moving shapes of shade,--
By the trembling ladder, steep and tall,
To the highest window in the wall,
Where he paused to listen and look down
A moment on the roofs of the town,
And the moonlight flowing over all.

Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead, 
In their night-encampment on the hill, 
Wrapped in silence so deep and still 
That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread, 
The watchful night-wind, as it went 
Creeping along from tent to tent, 
And seeming to whisper, "All is well!" 
A moment only he feels the spell 
Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread 
Of the lonely belfry and the dead; 
For suddenly all his thoughts are bent 
On a shadowy something far away, 
Where the river widens to meet the bay, --
A line of black, that bends and floats 
On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.

Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride, 
Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride, 
On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.
Now he patted his horse's side, 
Now gazed on the landscape far and near, 
Then impetuous stamped the earth, 
And turned and tightened his saddle-girth;
But mostly he watched with eager search 
The belfry-tower of the old North Church, 
As it rose above the graves on the hill, 
Lonely and spectral and sombre and still.
And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height, 
A glimmer, and then a gleam of light!
He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns, 
But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight 
A second lamp in the belfry burns!

A hurry of hoofs in a village-street,
A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, 
And beneath from the pebbles, in passing, a spark 
Struck out by a steed that flies fearless and fleet: 
That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light, 
The fate of a nation was riding that night; 
And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, 
Kindled the land into flame with its heat.

He has left the village and mounted the steep,
And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep,
Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides;
And under the alders, that skirt its edge,
Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,
Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.

It was twelve by the village clock
When he crossed the bridge into Medford town.
He heard the crowing of the cock, 
And the barking of the farmer's dog, 
And felt the damp of the river-fog,
That rises when the sun goes down.

It was one by the village clock,
When he galloped into Lexington. 
He saw the gilded weathercock 
Swim in the moonlight as he passed, 
And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, 
Gaze at him with a spectral glare, 
As if they already stood aghast 
At the bloody work they would look upon.

It was two by the village clock,
When be came to the bridge in Concord town. 
He heard the bleating of the flock, 
And the twitter of birds among the trees, 
And felt the breath of the morning breeze
Blowing over the meadows brown.
And one was safe and asleep in his bed
Who at the bridge would be first to fall,
Who that day would be lying dead,
Pierced by a British musket-ball.

You know the rest. In the books you have read,
How the British Regulars fired and fled,--
How the farmers gave them ball for ball,
From behind each fence and farmyard-wall,
Chasing the red-coats down the lane,
Then crossing the fields to emerge again
Under the trees at the turn of the road,
And only pausing to fire and load.

So through the night rode Paul Revere;
And so through the night went his cry of alarm
To every Middlesex village and farm,-- 
A cry of defiance, and not of fear,
A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,
And a word that shall echo forevermore!
For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,
Through all our history, to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,
And the midnight message of Paul Revere.

- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15640#sthash.pWlgAjux.dpufThe Midnight Ride of Paul Revere https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U4hUMQG3MI8