For it’s wild and it’s windy
way out in the woods,
where the moss grows like candy
and the hunting is good,
where the rain falls from heaven
and mud’s underfoot.
It’s wild and it’s windy
way out in the woods.
Beautiful poetry. Gorgeous illustrations. I wonder that it didn’t win a Caldecott too.
So many mysterious words surrounding and being surrounded by the brilliantly colored, yet eerie illustrations of Rick Allen. (Can you find the salamander on every page?)
I’ve admitted before that I’m not much of a poetry buff, but it’s hard not to appreciate the alliteration in “It’s wild and it’s windy way out in the woods.” I suspect I’ll be repeating that line to myself for the rest of the day.
Newbery Honor – 2011
AR Level: 6.1; Lower Grades