Exploring The Word In Colour and Speech

A Synthesis of Anthroposophical Speech and Painting Therapy

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The Story in Motion-Kindergarten

This sequence of story and exercises is done with the movement and gesture appropriate to the therapeutic content.

Kindergarten to First Grade (for a group of 2-5 children)

A Day In The Country

One day Klara and Karl awoke from the sun as it peered into their window and danced about as if to say:

‘Awake awake the stars have set

The sun is out today, awake.’

Down in the kitchen was Betty Botta mixing the morning bread. As the children stepped down the stairs, this is what they said:

‘Betty Botta bought some butter

But she said, this butter’s bitter

If I put it in my batter

It will make my batter bitter

So she went and bought some butter

Better than the other butter

And it made her bitter batter better.’

- Anon

So Betty had finished her batter and put it in the oven to bake. Then breakfast was over. As Klara hurried to replace the bread in the box she said:

‘Little Miss Munching Mouse

Munches mince meat in my house

Lamp or light no longer lit

Biting munching, bit by bit

Bits of beans of bread of buns

Comes the cat to catch the crumbs.’

With that the children bounded out to see what they could see.

‘The earth is sure beneath my feet

And see, upright I stand

The heavens arch above my head

And friends I have to take my hands.’

- Anon

The animal friends that they did see were on the earth in a pond and up in trees:

‘Oh,’ said Karl:

‘What else do you see?’ said Klara

‘The galloping horses are bigger than bunnies.’

‘Clip, Clop, Clip, Clop

Horse in saddle

Flip, flap, flip, flap

Flip the whip, Flap the strap

Whap!’

- Anon

‘Galloping, galloping over the hill

O, what a frolic for Klara and Karl

- Anon

‘Come back, come back,’ Round up at the corral:

‘Clippity clop Clippity clop

Colts are galloping home non-stop.’

- Anon

If you’re back clap up!

‘Clap up, clap down

Clap behind, clap before

Clap up, clap down,

As we have often done before.’

- From 'Journey Through Time in Verse and Rhyme - Poems collected by Heather Thomas'

LUNCHTIME:

Let’s help Betty Botta chop the beets.

Chop, chop, choppety chop,

Chop up the bottom and chop up the top.

What there is left we shall pop in the pot.

Chop chop, choppety chop. Say grace…

- Anon

Now we’ve had our lunch,

With soup to eat and greens to munch

So let’s go on a visit to our wee small hut:

(The children playing or speaking, go inside and the others knock on the door).

To visit:

1. Miss Prune

2. Child knocking

3. 1-6 little mimers or actors or speakers

4. the watchers

(Knock, knock, knock)

‘Someone came a knocking

At my wee small door

Someone came a knocking

I’m sure, I’m sure, I’m sure.

I listened I opened

I looked to left and right

But no one was a stirring

In the still day light.’

Except for: ‘Johnny’ (the kids say their names)

‘May the flea and fly come out to play?’

The children playing a flea and a fly come out the door. Either one speaks or the teacher speaks and they repeat or several speak and the others mime (circle game):

1. ‘A flea and a fly in a flue

Were together, so what could they do

Said the flea ‘let us fly’

Said the fly ‘let us flee’

So they flew through a flaw in the flue.’

- From 'Journey Through Time in Verse and Rhyme - Poems collected by Heather Thomas'

They say good-bye and go back in

Another knock is followed by the same.

May the Caterpillars come out to Play?

2. ‘Caterpillar green and furry

Creeps along from leaf to leaf

Caterpillar, though your time be brief

You can tell a wondrous story

Short your life, for you must die

To live again a butterfly.’

- From 'Journey Through Time in Verse and Rhyme - Poems collected by Heather Thomas'

The same procedure – another one:

3. ‘Caterpillar creeping

Up a stalk

Feet are blindly feeling

Where they’ll walk

Soon you’ll be a butterfly

And spread your wings and off you’ll fly.’

Two butterflies come out of roses:

4. ‘Butterflies are fluttering among the flowers

Flit on many coloured wings through sunlit hours

Roses glowing on either hand

We bloom and we blossom here we stand.’

- From 'Journey Through Time in Verse and Rhyme - Poems collected by Heather Thomas'

‘Goodbye butterflies’ (flowers stay out)

‘It’s the buzzing bees’

5. ‘It makes me feel a little dizzy

To watch the bees so small and buzzy

They gather pollen at all hours

To make the honey from the flowers’

- From 'Journey Through Time in Verse and Rhyme - Poems collected by Heather Thomas'

‘The French Dragonfly’ (circle game)

6. Libellule libellule, coleur bleuté

Tu t’en va, tu t’en va

Dans les près.

Libellule libellule conleur mouille

Tut’en va – dan les près

- French Lullaby

7. ‘It’s wiggly worm come up to top

To squirm and wriggle he just won’t stop

He’ll stretch and stretch and crawl and crawl

See first he’s big and then he’s small –

It’s wriggly worm come out to call.’

- From 'Journey Through Time in Verse and Rhyme - Poems collected by Heather Thomas'

8. ‘Underneath the water weeds

Small and black I wriggle

And life is most surprising

Wriggle waggle tadpole

There’s now and then a most

Exciting change in me

I wonder wriggle waggle

What I shall turn out to be.’

A Frog!

- From 'Journey Through Time in Verse and Rhyme - Poems collected by Heather Thomas'

‘What about the kittens’

9. ‘Come to your mother you naughty little kittens

Come to your mother the mother cat cried

For the kittens were fighting and biting each other

But mother cat soon had them safely inside.’

- From 'Journey Through Time in Verse and Rhyme - Poems collected by Heather Thomas'

10. ‘Now the kittens are sleeping warm and still

Look at them sleeping on my pillow.

When they awake they’ll be racing

And teasing and chasing

And lapping their milk ‘til

They’ve both had their fill-o.’

- From 'Journey Through Time in Verse and Rhyme - Poems collected by Heather Thomas'

11. ‘Slowly, slowly, like a snail

I move towards the corner

Creeping, creeping on my way

At last I reach the corner.’

- From 'Journey Through Time in Verse and Rhyme - Poems collected by Heather Thomas'

12. ‘Let us make a little visit to the curly house of snail

Round we go until we find him hidden in his coat of mail

Then we turn and go back homeward still a winding all

the way

‘Til we come out from his tunnel to the sunny light of day’

- From 'Journey Through Time in Verse and Rhyme - Poems collected by Heather Thomas'

Fiddle-de-dee! May the grasshoppers come out to play (High June, by C. A. Morin)

13. Fiddle de dee!

Grasshoppers three

Rollicking over the meadow;

Scarcely the grass,

Bends as they pass,

So fairy-light is their tread, O!

Said grasshopper one,

‘The summer’s begun

This sunshine is driving me crazy!’

Said grasshopper two,

‘I feel just like you’

And leapt on the top of a daisy.

‘Please wait for me!’

Cried grasshopper three,

‘My legs are ready for hopping!’

So grasshoppers three,

Fiddle de dee

Raced all the day without stopping.

- From 'Journey Through Time in Verse and Rhyme - Poems collected by Heather Thomas'

May the crocodile and the fishes come out to play (L. Carrol)

14. How does the little crocodile

Improve his shining tail?

And pour the waters of the Nile

On every golden scale

How cheerfully he seems to grin

How neatly spreads his claws

And welcomes little fishes in

With deeply smiling jaws.

- From 'Journey Through Time in Verse and Rhyme - Poems collected by Heather Thomas'

Now let’s see some fishes and a bird

Nest in a tree and down by the stream

15. ‘Freckled fishes flitting flirting

Floating fast or flowing free

Flicking filmy fins like feathers

Feeding on the flowing sea.’

- Anon

16. Snug within their tiny nests

Baby birds with open beaks

Beg for food the livelong day

Busy parents have no rest

Food they find for their brood

To baby birds the world is good

- From 'Journey Through Time in Verse and Rhyme - Poems collected by Heather Thomas'

17. Once a little bird went hop hop hop

And I said, little bird will you stop stop stop

I ran to the window to say how do you do

But she shook her little tail and away she flew

- From 'Journey Through Time in Verse and Rhyme - Poems collected by Heather Thomas'

Thus the day is ended and I close my wee small door.

Tomorrow you may knock again for friends to see once more.

© Copyright 2005 Katherine Rudolph, Exploring The Word In Colour and Speech_____________________________________________________