Teach me, I remember. Involve me and I learn. she would pick out the best flowers. She looked at the peaceful flower fields,. 8220;Do you think Ichiro will make a lot of money, Before you own your own flower shop? Only wanting to be surrounded by flowers everyday,. She did not want a big flower shop.

Zen Ties- Jon J Muth. I liked the addition of the haiku poems throughout the book. The little panda, Koo, only speaks in haiku poems.

Flowers grown in a field-kusabana. Anyone in America of Japanese descent-Nikkei. Heat devoured her energy and made her mind foggy. The world outside was brown. Rich in time but nothing to do. African American female, distinct velvety voice, inspired by music, a symbol to her people. Sister to Ethel May and Alyse. Lover of music, spirituality, and the Metropolitan Opera. Who feels joy, trepidation, and excitement.

Popular, funny, nervous, optimistic. Child of a brave Jewish family. Loved nature, Peter, friends, and family. Who felt betrayed, scared, and helpless. Who needed her childhood back. Who feared Hitler, capture, and death. Who would like to have seen freedom of all Jews. Who enjoyed spending time with Peter and talking about their life after the War.

I decided to write my found poem from the prospective of Sumiko when she just moved into the prision camp where there was no hope of ever being happy. How quickly life changes- the world you once knew. In the world of change you accept the changes. Changes that cannot be helped. You suffer to learn- learn to be a better person. You accept the ancient words Shikata ga nai. Shikata ga nai This cannot be helped. What cannot be helped? Anger from my American side.

Reflections and Discussions on World Literature for Children. She liked the stock better. They came in just about every color. Sometimes she liked an orderly arrangement,. And sometimes she liked something wilder. The half that liked to work. And the half that liked to daydream. The world was a huge mess. From the day she was born,.

Sumiko thought a lot of the flowers were perfect. Sumiko was supposed to grade the flowers. She was the only one in the family. Sumiko separated some of the bunches by color. She liked the stock better. Sumiko looked out the window. She could see the flower fields. Sumiko walked through the fields. She sniffed softly at the scent of flowers.

Mdash; Leave a comment. No one was looking at me. Silence rolled across the room. I felt like I was about to cry. I was alone, I had no friends to call my own. Mdash; Leave a comment.