Fall is definitely underway in the northland and the library is in full gear with lots of fall programming. To get things started we have storytime every Thursday morning (through December 13th, when we'll take a break for the holidays) at 10:30 am. Children of all ages are welcome to come with their parents or caregivers and enjoy about 20 minutes of stories, songs and rhymes.
Tuesday, September 25th is Family Night and we'll celebrate the arrival of fall with games, stories and crafts. Families with children of all ages are invited to come and enjoy the fun. No registration necessary. That night will also be the Friends of the Library book sale from 5:30 - 7:30 pm.
And Borderland Reads is back with another book we encourage you to read and talk about in the community. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee is the fall title. We are now attempting to do three Borderland Read titles a year. The summer title will be appropriate for families to read together and the reading age of the title is late elementary or early junior high. The fall title will be a classic and then we'll read something more contemporary for winter. Everyone is encouraged to stop by the library and check out a copy of the book and read or read it again before the discussion to be held on Thursday evening, November 15th at 7:00 pm in the library meeting room. Because the title is also a wonderful movie, we are working with community education and have arranged a viewing of the movie at the Falls High School Library on Monday, November 12th at 6:30 pm. Refreshments will be provided for both events.
Stay tuned for further upcoming events at the library.
Diane
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
Poetry Friday
Well, autumn has definitely arrived in International Falls. Snow was flying through the air this morning. Here is an old classic by Carl Sandburg.
Harvest Sunset
Red gold of pools,
Sunset furrows six o'clock,
And the farmer done in the fields
And the cows in the barns with bulging udders.
Take the cows and the farmer,
Take the barns and bulging udders.
Leave the red gold of pools
And sunset furrows six o'clock.
The farmer's wife is singing.
The farmer's boy is whistling.
I wash my hands in red gold of pools.
Harvest Sunset
Red gold of pools,
Sunset furrows six o'clock,
And the farmer done in the fields
And the cows in the barns with bulging udders.
Take the cows and the farmer,
Take the barns and bulging udders.
Leave the red gold of pools
And sunset furrows six o'clock.
The farmer's wife is singing.
The farmer's boy is whistling.
I wash my hands in red gold of pools.
Friday, September 07, 2007
Poetry Friday
Madeline L'Engle died last night and being one of my all time favorite authors today's poem is by her and is definitely one of my favorites. If you didn't know Madeline L'Engle wrote anything besides children's books or even beyond "A Wrinkle in Time." Take time to discover her adult novels, her non-fiction and her poetry.
Act III, Scene II
Someone has altered the script.
My lines have been changed.
The other actors are shifting roles.
They don't come on when they're expected to,
and they don't say the lines I've written
and I'm being upstaged.
I thought I was writing this play
with a rather nice role for myself,
small, but juicy
and some excellent lines.
But nobody gives me my cues
and the scenery has been replaced
And I don't recognize the new sets.
This isn't the script I was writing.
I don't understand this play at all.
To grow up
is to find
the small part you are playing
in this extraordinary drama
written by
someone else.
Act III, Scene II
Someone has altered the script.
My lines have been changed.
The other actors are shifting roles.
They don't come on when they're expected to,
and they don't say the lines I've written
and I'm being upstaged.
I thought I was writing this play
with a rather nice role for myself,
small, but juicy
and some excellent lines.
But nobody gives me my cues
and the scenery has been replaced
And I don't recognize the new sets.
This isn't the script I was writing.
I don't understand this play at all.
To grow up
is to find
the small part you are playing
in this extraordinary drama
written by
someone else.
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