The Imagination Station

The act of illustrating: Interpreting a story through imagination is one of the joys of reading. In addition, illustrating a story promotes the development of the following literacy skills: stimulates creativity, encourages visualization, strengthens attentive listening for detail, promotes the recall of detail, orders the sequence of events, interprets character attitude, emotions, and tone, analyzes cause and effect
supports literal comprehension, supports interpretive comprehension, supports critical comprehension, supports creative comprehension (Have your child continue the story beyond the author's presentation.
Directions: Print the text from one of the story-poems below. Read it to your child, giving him the opportunity to illustrate the content. We recommend that your child make a pencil drawing first, coloring in the details using crayons.

IMAGINATION STATION #1

3 POEMS

By Abbie

Do you ever wonder?

Do you ever wonder
Why a rainbow only glows
In the daytime, over yonder,
When you have a stuffy nose?

Do you ever wonder,
Why the car is always hot
On the day that you buy ice cream,
Then it melts and makes a spot?

Do you ever wonder
Why your shoestring gets untied
When your Mom is in a hurry
And your puppy wants to hide?

I think that it’s a puzzle.
I may never have a clue.
But I like that I can wonder.
Do you wonder ‘bout things too?

Sharing is for the Birds

The hummingbirds come flutter
Outside my window sill.
They fight to get some nectar
Even though they’ve had their fill.

The feeder can serve four birds
All drinking at one time.
But they won’t let friends join them
Making thirsty wait in line.

They remind me of my brother
As he joins me playing blocks.
I tell him to move over
As I push his feet and socks.

“Come here, you thirsty fellow
Let us be kind, side-by-side.
Then I’ll put you in my wagon
And take you for a ride.”

The Bump in My Bed

I had a dream the other night
It scared me so, I bawled.
My mom said it was make-believe
Then tucked me in. I called…

“But Mama you don’t understand
the monster was so BIG.”
She said the monster wasn’t real
And I should eat a fig.

I ate the fruit, then asked to drink
Kitchen water, you know.
She brought a cup I sipped and,
yup,
Then I had to go.

When I crawled back into my bed
A bump was in the pile.
My mom had fallen back to sleep.
No monsters for a while.

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