The Handwork teacher

I am a mother to two beautiful girls and I teach Handwork and Fine Arts in our local waldorf charter school in Arizona.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

spring play by faculty. King winter and madam spring

4 teachers did this play for the whole school on monday...just after returning from spring break.
Kindergarten through high school
There was a narrator and the teachers just acted it out.
It was great

Have you heard these sounds children? Bells…..
They are sounds made by the winter folk……
During the warm season, King Winter lives far up among the white, fleecy clouds of the north in a winter palace. But during the cold season King Winter walks Earthland, pulling down the painted leaves from the trees, trampling upon the fields and gardens while snipping the heads off goldenrod and aster, and putting the trees to sleep.
King Winter compels the snow fairies to fill full bags of snowflakes from the mountains to drop where he commands. He scatters the leaves across the land, flattens down the flowers, and sends the birds flying south while the Earth-children sleep peacefully far beneath beds of leaves and blankets of winter frost.
Along with the long cold nights, King Winter beckons forth his son West Wind to travel through the village and cover every bough and child’s window with ice lace.
As the winter darkness begins to grow shorter, the little Earth-children stir fitfully in their beds. King Winter gathers lacey leaves and dainty ice crystal blossoms to make thicker the blankets atop them.
Day after day after day King Winter walks the land until King Summer’s son East Wind blows into Earthland to tell King Winter that Lady Spring has slept long enough and the people of the earth need to have plants from the soil again so that they can survive.
King Winter’s feet have grown tired and he looks forward to going back to his winter palace in the northernmost clouds. Every step he now takes is an effort; he leans heavily on his stick as he walks to Lady Spring’s cave. As he nears the cave he sees that the flowers around the cave are already in bloom. King Winter’s time in Earthland is growing very short.
“Wake, Lady Spring, wake!” King winter calls from afar, hesitant to get too close to the warm mouth of the cave.
King winter bends down and pets the flowers. “Wake Lady Spring, my time is short and your own time has arrived; my feet are sore and my bones are tired - Wake Madam, WAKE!”
From inside the cave a stirring can be seen….could it be she is waking?
King Winter tries again and this time he comes right up to the mouth of the cave and says,
“Madam Spring your Earth-children are waking, they need you now! I have kept them warm under a blanket of snow and frost but now they grow restless and you must wake them.”
Lady spring heard the urgent words of King Winter and begins to stretch and yawn.
“I wake King Winter, I wake” She pokes out her foot and feels the still cold air and pulls her foot back in:
“Is Father sun up? The air is very cold!” says Lady Spring.
“Madam that is your work; come out and warm Earthland once more, come, awaken the seedlings, and the trees, and the sleeping little Earth-children. Now is your time, I grow more …and…more…….” and as King winter says this he leans on his staff and starts to sleep.
Lady Spring pokes her head out of the cave to see what has happened to her dear King Winter.
(she walks up to king winter)
“King of cold and frost, the earth has slept long enough, we thank you for our slumber”
(she puts a flower behind his ear)
“West Wind, come take your King and Father back to his winter palace and let him sleep there until earth needs him again.”
And with that a great wind started to blow and King Winter was gently picked up and carried back to his home.
Lady Spring had much to do; she bent down and began to pull back the covers of winter, and waking the seeds and creatures from their deep slumber.

Madam spring gives a bunch of flowers to each teacher:
For the wee Folk (kindergarten)
For the Gnomes (1st grade)
For the Saints (2nd grade)
For the Farmers (etc)
For the Animals
For the Olympians
For the Knights
For the Artists
For the Revolutionists
For the Pioneers

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