The quote above comes from Frann who illustrated this book. Here is an interview where you can read how she illustrated of I am the Seed that Grew the Tree. What a mammoth task it was to illustrate so many pages. We are so lucky she took on this task - the final book is one to treasure. I mentioned I will share a poem or two from this glorious book from time to time.
Here are a few more for you to enjoy:
January 21st
Over wintry wind-whipped waves
The white-winged seagulls wildly sweep:
Weaving, winding, wheeling, whistling,
Where the wide waste waters weep.
Anonymous
July 16th
When the heat of the summer
Made drowsy the land,
A dragonfly came
And sat on my hand,
with its blue joined body,
And wings like spun glass,
It lit on my fingers
As though they were grass.
Eleanor Farjeon
August 7th
THE SHELL
On the shelf in my bedroom stands a shell.
If I hold it close, I can smell
The salty sea.
I can hear the slap
Of the waves as they lap
The sandy shore.
I can feel once more
The tickling tide
As it gently flows between my toes.
John Foster
A friend mentioned this book had a different cover in the US. I tracked it down - this wasn't easy because it also has a different title. I wonder why? The Kirkus review says majestic and inspiring as nature itself. You can see 66 pages inside the book which is the same as the UK version on the publisher web site.
A friend mentioned this book had a different cover in the US. I tracked it down - this wasn't easy because it also has a different title. I wonder why? The Kirkus review says majestic and inspiring as nature itself. You can see 66 pages inside the book which is the same as the UK version on the publisher web site.
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