Brookfield Zoo: Giraffes
Why are giraffes head and shoulders above the rest? Activities will help you see how you measure up! For ages 5-7. Register beginning June 22.
Why are giraffes head and shoulders above the rest? Activities will help you see how you measure up! For ages 5-7. Register beginning June 22.
Enjoy a new activity on the following Tuesday afternoons at the library during the summer. Registration required for all Teen Tuesday programs, call (847-669-5386 ext. 21) For grades 6-12 Get Wild with Perler Beads Tuesday, July 7 • 2 – 3 p.m. Make creative creatures with Perler (fusable) beads. Add magnets to make ‘em stick to lockers, refrigerators, and other surfaces. Registration required. Frankentoys! Tuesday, July 21 • 2 – 3 p.m. Yes, disassemble! … Read more
Fear by Sumbul S. My name is Fear. I am hidden like the moon on a frigid, eerie night. The deepest darkest secret inside. I bring torture upon those who turn from me. I am comprised of many unique faces and personalities. Some ugly, black and red; others bright, sunny yellows and grassy greens. I approach when least anticipated; plodding, voiceless, ever-so-carefully like a predator and its prey. Always chasing you; there is no escaping. … Read more
Gone by Sumbul S. I didn’t realize how much I care for you until you left. I deeply miss you. I took you for granted, Thinking you’d stay. We’ll meet once more someday.Happiness, like a mirror, staring back at you. It never lasts long.It was a peaceful darkness. Sitting there with my family, on the welcoming couch, Having an excellent time. A faultless summer evening. It was the phone. Its angry roar broke the delicate … Read more
Death of a Flower by Jessica C. Flower’s dust bears leaves of gray As snow begins to fall A solemn affair his death doth be Though no one hears his call He cries for the sun whose light has waned To a scant imitation of a ray When bright and warm it shall be again Oh, how he longs for this day For a day so distant, it is hard to hope When winter’s not … Read more
Blue Book by Anna G. Innocent people being hooked on the blue book, Becoming dull robots that speak in code; It comes in your sleep taking your intellect like a crook, By bribing you with a new mode. To waste your brain cells, by taking a look; At the new post and comment that just showed. It’s like you’re hooked on the book, With no time for the real me to tell you an ode. … Read more