"Puff" by Amy Ludwig VanDerwater

Poetry Friday: “Puff” by Amy Ludwig VanDerwater

"Puff" by Amy Ludwig VanDerwater

Once upon a time…

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in a forest far, far away, there lived a thoughtful girl named Amy Ludwig VanDerwater. 

Amy Ludwig VanDerwater

Now, the forest that the girl lived in was not an enchanted forest as you might expect. It was a regular forest, the kind of forest other fairy tales would snub.

But that didn’t matter. Because, you see, the girl herself was enchanted. She danced through the forest every day, and everything she touched danced with her. Ferns unfurled to say hello. Leaves leapt from trees to carpet her step. Birds twittered ditties more sweetly. Bunnies twitched their tails with delight.

Amy was not blind to the gifts of her forest. She greeted each leaf and nut and creature with admiration and interest.

“Hello, acorn,” she’d say. “That is a particularly spiffy cap you have on today.”

“Good morning, oak,” she’d say. “What stories do you have to tell me today?”

And Amy listened. She knew all the wind’s troubles. She knew all the bluejay’s songs. She knew where each squeak and scuffle in the underbrush led.

Amy decided it was time to share the gifts of the forest with the rest of the world. She snuggled into her enchanted blankie with her enchanted pencil and…


Out popped a book.

FOREST HAS A SONG by Amy Ludwig VanDerwater

Naturally, this book was full of enchantment. The maiden Robbin Gourley even drew pictures for it, and  those were enchanted, too. Amy gave us fossils and ferns — yes, the same ferns that unfurled a hello each morning.

FOREST HAS A SONG by Amy Ludwig VanDerwater

Amy gave us critters and critter songs.

FOREST HAS A SONG by Amy Ludwig VanderWater

Amy gave us magical puffing mushrooms. Shh. Listen…

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FOREST HAS A SONG by Amy Ludwig VanDerwater

Amy loved sharing these gifts, but she missed her forest. She knew it was time to go back home to her trees and birds and ferns. After all, she had to give them a gift, too.

There was great rejoicing in that forest far, far away when Amy returned. The trees spread their branches to welcome her. The brook burbled its pleasure. Critters chattered and circled her in a wreath of berries. Amy was enchanted.

“Thank you, forest,” she said. “Now look at what I’ve done. I’ve put you, fern, on this page here. And you, squirrel, are over here. And trees, don’t think I’ve forgotten you. Don’t think I’ve forgotten any of you. In this book, I’ve captured all your songs.”

Then Amy and the forest sang those songs together, and the rest of the world joined in. Because Forest Has a Song.

Amy Ludwig VanDerwater with FOREST HAS A SONG


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