Glenda Higgins

Road Trip (The Adventures of the Little Potato, #2) (eBook, ePUB)

• Format: ePub

Produktbeschreibung

The first book, THE LITTLE POTATO IS BORN, tells how a farmer digs her up on his farm and puts her in the root cellar.

She figures out a way to escape and is accidentally picked up by a kind woman at a farmer's market. The woman takes her home and raises her.

After her last birthday at home, she leaves on her birthday present - a little red scooter, to see the world. Thankfully she has a cell phone to keep in touch with the woman she calls Mom.

So begins her ROAD TRIP and her search for Expo which is a grand fair. The characters she meets along the way become good friends, good listeners, and great tour guides.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: glenda higgins
• Altersempfehlung: ab 3 Jahre
• Erscheinungstermin: 23. August 2020
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9781393583790
• Artikelnr.: 60046858

Autorenporträt

Cafe's are great places to get a start as a poet. Vancouver, B.C. Canada has some wonderful ones.I remember sitting in the audience in La Quena, listening to the poets. Poetry read on-stage takes on a dimension of human communication unseen since the early storytellers. Looking at the poet's body language struck a chord in me. Quite often I would take out a pen and paper and write furiously.One day I was at the Glass Slipper in Vancouver and Gerry Gilbert, a well-known poet, was doing his "Radio Free Rainforest" radio show live. At intermission, he came down from the stage and asked me if I'm a poet. I said, "yes" and was put on the radio a couple of weeks later. We became good friends and he would show up on his bicycle and call up to me in poems. We'd go for long walks around the seawall, talking poetry.I ended up accompanying him on my flute at poetry readings. One day he did a set of poetry about fireworks. He blended my flute playing with a soundscape of the fireworks celebration on Sunset Beach and used it as a backdrop to his poems at the Glass Slipper. Someone in the crowd must have been inspired a bit too much. Next morning we learnt that the Glass Slipper had been burned down, unfortunately, in the night after the poets left. They say words are more powerful than swords.....maybe they start fires too.Here's to starting the fires of the mind and heart . . .