A blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara
As I was preparing for my first in-person music classes in many months, I realized most of the things I kept on my music cart would not be usable this year.
I said goodbye to each thing as I put them in a box for after this pandemic is gone. I thought of “Goodnight Moon” and wrote the following poem:
Goodbye Music As We Know It
Goodbye chicken, goodbye button,
Goodbye apple on a tree.
So long doggie, keep your bone.
Fare thee well, closet key.
Frog can stay safe in the meadow
Lucy’s pocket has been found.
Charlie caught me in the ocean
No more bean bag going ‘round.
So long goodies from the mailman
Now the lady has her comb
Goodbye rock for Obwisana
“Love somebody” heart stay home.
Goodbye riding on stick horses
Goodbye bouncing high and low,
All these things we use in music
Transfer germs so they must go.
Music class is looking different
There are things we cannot do.
So I’ve thought throughout the summer
Of some things to share with you.
We can listen very closely
From our dots six feet apart
Making rhythms with our bodies,
Keeping music in our heart.
Students came back this week. It has been rough but we are all learning how to make it work.
I tried using an imaginary bone. It actually worked pretty well. Perhaps the kids will adjust better than I thought – certainly better than me.