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MOBI ´ DOC When Clay Sings 9780689711060 Å GOPROLED Ô ❰EPUB❯ ✴ When Clay Sings Author Byrd Baylor – Goproled.co.uk Pieces of broken pots are scattered over the desert hillsides of the Southwest The Indians there treat them with respect Every piece of clay is a piece of someone's life they saPieces of broken pots are scattered over the desert hillsides of the Southwest The Indians there treat them with respect Every piece of clay is a I love the imagination in this one It’s about dreaming and speculating about the past when people find parts of these old clay pots from long ago The artwork is in the style of the pottery that is found in the 4 corners area of the USA I think this is wonderful A neat blend of history and story and art I loved this line from the story “Indians who find this pottery today say that everything has its own spirit even a broken pot They say the clay remembers the hands that made it” That line just gives me chills All to often I forget that and just use things but I do agree that all things have a spirit especially anything working with us I think we infuse our spirit into the object This is such a powerful reminder of that The kids were less impressed by it than I was The niece enjoyed the artwork and it’s funny that she picked out the Kokopeli figure from the artwork and said she liked that It is a powerful figure people are drawn too She didn’t think a whole lot of the story kids playing with broken pottery what’s the point Sigh She gave it 2 stars The nephew was even worse ‘It’s not funny and who cares about pottery I don’t like it’ Well that’s their honest opinion The nephew gave it 1 star

MOBI â When Clay Sings ☆ Byrd Baylor

Own small voice and sings Its song has lasted for thousands of years And Byrd Baylor's prose poem as simple and powerful as the clay pots sings t In the desert hillsides of the Southwest pieces of broken pots are scattered The Indians there treat them with respect Every piece of clay is a piece of someone's life they say More specifically the clay pieces are fragments of their history Children try to imagine those lives that took place in the desert they think of as their own Clay has its own small voice; it sings if one is listening and its song has lasted for thousands of years Byrd Baylor’s When Clay Sings is a prose poem written in stanzas of various lines It does not rhyme but there is a rhythm to the flow of words particularly in the way the words are placed within the stanzas forcing pauses between words and stresses for importance Imagery is integral to the emphasis of the poem as well Even without the cultural illustrations the poem paints a vision of the past with descriptive word play and deep empathetic emotion Like many narrative or prose poems the topic itself—piecing together the lives of ancient Indians through prehistoric pottery—feels like an oral history passed down generation to generationThe traditions geographic landscape and history of Southwest Indian tribes from long ago are reflected beautifully in this poem Using pottery as a touchstone with the past is a concrete and aesthetic way to connect with a cultural With each repeat reading I derived a new symbolic nuance

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When Clay SingsPiece of someone's life they say And the children try to imagine those lives that took place in the desert they think of as their own Clay has its While I don't necessarily find the illustrations aesthetically pleasing they definitely appear realístic and authentic and the last page says the designs are all from prehistoric pottery of the Mogollon Hohokam Anasazi and Mimbres tribes The language used in the text is poetic Some lines I especially loveThey say that every piece of clay is a piece of someone's life They even say it has own small voice and sings in its own way But they don't need words to know that there were speckled bugs and spotted bugs and bugs with shiny wings and pinchy bugs and jumpy bugs and bugs that had a thousand legs that liked to walk through grassSongs had to be powerful enough to make rain fall and winds blow and seeds sprout in the dark earthSongs had to be powerful enough to keep warriors safe and lead the hunter to the deer and make summer always follow winter and hold the sun it's proper path across the sky and keep life moving on from tribe to tribeSo while I don't think this is a personal favorite I certainly think it has merit