I am suffering from a fit of jealousy. I have just discovered Sharon Creech Love that Dog - a novel. It is a severe case of why-didn't-I-think-of-that combined with a journey through all those wonderful poems that I loved when I was teaching.

The main character, Jack, writes:

I don't understand

the poem about

the red wheel barrow

and the white chickens

and why much depends

on them

And that is just page two!