"Wordsworth couldn't imagine a world without trees. Not anymore than he could imagine a world without friends."
"Grrrung. Grrrung. The bulldozer continued to move toward the tree. Wordsworth ran. Grrrung. Grrrung. Wordsworth ran..."
"Wordsworth is a poet...."
The Bulldozer
"...
Gachump!
Gachump!
Gachump!
He boggled up notes
oh, what a beast.
He chomped and crushed,
grunted and groaned
belched and gobbled
everything in site.
Oh, what a monster.
Oh, what a beast
to eat my trees,
to eat my trees. "
- Wordsworth
Poetry can't keep a good friend close at hand, it can't chase the blues,
it can't even save a tree. Or, can it? Emily has moved away, leaving
an empty space in Wordsworth's heart and a sad feeling he can't seem
to shake.
To top it off, Wordsworth's favorite grove of trees, the toolbox every
poet requires for solice and inspiration, is falling to some developer's
axe. What can a poor poet mouse do about that? It is a challenge that has
Wordsworth and his friends are hard pressed to puzzle out and brings them all
into uncertain contact with a much larger world than in their previous two
adventures, "Wordsworth the Poet" and "Wordsworth Dances the Waltz".
If one poet can't do much to prevent the inevitable that life brings
to our doorstep, can two poets do any better? Aikiko is the 'new kid
on the block', freshly arrived from Japan. However, wordsworth is too
preoccupied with is own problems to think about how a stranger with a
hatful of haiku might make the situation any better. Poems, pals and
heartache do not seem a very likely combination to save the day. But,
Wordsworth's pals are no ordinary friends; Akiko may be more than she
first appears and those poems; well,they may be something far more
valuable than just interesting scraps of paper. Certainly, readers
will hope so. Courage, poems and friendship is really
all our little troup has at hand on the day the 'dragon' appears
in their midst.
"Wordsworth, Stop the Bulldozer!" is a story of insight, ingenuity.
protecting our environment which parents would want their children to read.
It is a story for our time, in our world.
Author's manuscript, appx. 40 pp. Author: Frances Kakugawa; children's literature,
ages: 8+.
Watermark Publishing (Honolulu, HI), the current publisher of the
Wordsworth series, has had to downsize and is unable to publish
"Wordsworth, Stop The Bulldozer!" at this time.
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the work to seek publication elsewhere. Publishers are invited to consider
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"I wonder what it's like to be a new student?
Emily's also a new student today. But, in a far-away
school. Maybe if we talk to Aikiko, someone will be
speaking to Emily, too?"
Eliot, with his crinkly whiskers, knew all about being a new student.
"Come on," he prompted his friends, and hurried to where Aikiko
was eating lunch by herself. No one else, besides them, it seemed,
had thought to see if Akiko might like some company."
"Hi Akiko," Eliot began, "I'm Eliot and these are my friends
Wordsworth and Dylan. Tell us about Japan, Akiko. What do you do
during recess? Do you just hang around like we do or, do you play
Japanese games? How about teaching us about something Japanese?"
"Akiko stood up and bowed, "I'm very happy to meet you," she said.
"My father told me that I should be as American as I can be while I am
here. He said, Why should I come all the way to the United States
if I am just going to do the same things I do in Japan? Maybe you can
teach me to become more American?"
"I wouldn't know how to do that," Eliot said. "I don't think about it,
I just am; American, that is."
"Well," Dylan, said with a chuckle, "For starters, how about shaking
hands. They all laughed, and shook hands with each other. While Dylan
and Akiko were shaking hands, Eliot and Wordsworth shook hands and grinned,
"Hello, Wordsworth, I'm your friend Eliot," Eliot teased."Glad to meet
you, uhm, what was your name?" Wordsworth teased back. "It's Eliot,"
Aikiko offered, with a big smile. Then they all laughed."
Wordsworth became thoughtful for a moment, as poets sometimes do, and took
a long look at Aikiko. "Hmm, on second thought," Wordsworth said, "Perhaps
you should just be more Japanese than American for a few more weeks."
Aikiko looked back at Wordsworth, with an expression of puzzlement.
"Why do you say that, Wordsworth?" she asked.
"Because, Akiko,..."
"That Saturday, after their karate lessons, Wordworth,
Dylan and Eliot stopped by Aikiko's house to invite her to
explore the neighborhood with them.... On the edge of town,
not far from Wordsworth's 'special grove' they came to the
the lumberyard. All day long, huge trucks would turn into the
main gate which with loads of enormous logs to be milled into
fresh new lumber. Sometimes the boys would sit by the side of
the road and watch as the trucks entered the yard, their tires
screeching and kicking up clouds of dust and pebbles as bits of
of bark and sawdust flew from the logs in all directions.
It was pretty exciting to see up close and Dylan often thought
of sitting on top of a pile of logs as they barreled down the
road, like a cowboy at a rodeo. Wordsworth sometimes wondered, if
the logs could speak, would they be at all pleased with the prospect
of being turned into lumber? Would they be chatting away about what
kind of house they might get to become; or, would they be missing
the other trees they left behind in the forest?
Today, there weren't any trucks, It was Saturday. Only Aikiko's voice
saying, "I love the smell of fresh-cut wood. My Grandfather built a
beautiful minka for us to live in. Every day I would get up early
and go outside to listen to the sound of my grandfather sawing and shaping
lumber for our minka and to enjoy the smell of fresh wood. After awhile
I could tell the difference between cherry, maple, pine, sugi and other woods
just by their smell.
"Akiko, what is a minka?" Wordsworth asked."
"A minka is a large, hand-made farmhouse, Wordsworth. We have some in
Japan that are more than 200 years old. The wood in them is all hand-cut and
hand polished and fitted. They are very beautiful.
"Speaking of wood" Eliot interrupted, " Let's go and check out
the lumber yard. The four of them walked through the gate and wandered among
the stacks of lumber. Running his hand across one piece of wood, Wordsworth
wondered aloud, "Just think, this piece of wood was once part of a huge
tree."
"Look at the wavy lines on that piece of lumber," Eliot said.
"They're beautiful, aren't they?" Wordsworth said. "It's called
the 'grain' of the wood. Different kinds of wood have different grains. If you
cut a tree across the trunk, this line, here, is part of the ring that show's
the tree's annual growth. One ring grows each year, like a clock that only
ticks once every 365 days."
Dylan touched a piece of knotty pine. "How about this, Wordsworth. How did this
knot get in here?"
"Oh," Wordsworth replied, "That's where a branch grew out of the
tree and become part of it. When the tree was young, the branch started to grow, and it was mainly
on the outside of the tree. As the tree grew, the branch kept growing, too, but
the tree grew around the earlier part of the branch. That part, the part of the
branch that was inside the tree, is the knot that you're looking at."
"What? I thought someone pounded it in," Dylan said with a smile. "Wordsworth,
How do you know all this stuff?"
"Oh, I read it in a book," Wordsworth replied.
"Yeah," Dylan said, "but how did the author who wrote that book figure it out;
about 'knots' and 'rings' and 'grain' and all that stuff?"
"Well," Wordsworth replied, "he probably spent a lot of time
just watching trees grow and observing how all their parts appeared and fit
together to make the whole tree."
Eliot, was already wandering away..."
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