When a goose meets a moose,
At the house of a mouse,
I wonder if all three,
Sit down and drink tea
I wish that I could explain to you what the stories and poems I read turn into in my mind. A collage of emotions and thoughts and pictures, all mixed together. An image isn’t simply an image but has attached to it the emotion of the writing’s tone and circumstance. Imagination is behind all this. The mind’s eye acting out another’s imagination through symbols typed on a page. If you are a person who enjoys reading you know what I am trying to say, don’t you?
One of my favourite ways to fuel my imagination when I was a child was by reading the anthology of poetry in When a goose Meets a Moose: Poems for Children. In fact, 90% of the poetry I enjoy still comes from this book of limericks and simple rhymes. As someone who does not seek out poetry (and certainly does not write any) the only others I enjoyed were the ones handed to me in high school Literature class. When a Goose was my favourite book as a child and I have to ask if any of you out there came across it.
I tried to find the book online (Goodreads, Amazon, Google Image search) so I could show you all the cover for reference but apparently pictures of this treasure don’t exist online. Until now.
I was able to conjure so many feelings and images in my head when reading this book because of the work of the illustrator, Louise Hogan. Another google search showed me she drew for 3 books so I am unsure if you will have come across her pictures. I loved them for making me feel as if they were familiar friends but also strangers at the same time. If she happens to one day google her own name or this book I hope she reads this: Louise Hogan, you were one of my favourite illustrators as a child and still remain a favourite artist today. Thank you for the wonderful drawings and childhood memories!
I loved the poem and picture of the Three Ghosteses:
Though the poems were gathered together for the enjoyment of children, they are still wonderful. Perhaps this is purely because I loved them when young.
My favourite limerick to recite – written by anon – was:
There was an old man of Peru
Who dreamt he was eating his shoe
He woke in the night
In a terrible fright
To find it was perfectly true
The picture that did the best job of awakening my 7 year old imagination and wonder. I wish I could be in that forest.