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Welcome to Guiding With Guider Dusk |
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May 2014 - Feature Campfire - Garden of Life |
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April 17, 2014 Happy Easter Everyone! For those of you in Edmonton, Alberta, Merry Christmas! We woke up to approximately five inches of fresh white sticky snow this morning!!! Oh, do I wish that SPRING was in the air. I know it’s coming and to help celebrate new life and the beauty of everything around us at this time of year,
this month’s campfire is all about “The Garden of Life.” Friends Flowers Mountains Trees Worms Bumble Bees Rain Spring is a miraculous experience. The whole world comes alive after the winter in which it seemed
that everything was dead. The world comes filled with color and the scent of delicious greenery. The world that seemed so
dull and cold has come alive once again. Little did we know that beneath the cold hard ground the plants and trees were preparing
for rebirth. Spring gives us hope for rejuvenation in our own lives as well. Spring is a time to renew the excitement and
zest for life that lives inside. Hope this month’s Campfire helps you experience Spring and the newness of life it provides. PS.
DON’T FORGET TO SPOIL YOUR LEADER’S THIS MONTH. MOTHER’S DAY IS MAY 11, 2014. REMEMBER,
THEY ARE YOUR SPECIAL MOM’S AWAY FROM HOME. AND WE THANK THEM FOR EVERYTHING
THEY DO IN OUR LIVES! Take Care, ‘til next month Guider Dusk
(Dawn)
Campfire Planning Sheet PROMOTE PARTICIPATION,
FUN & FRIENDSHIP
Life Is
Like A Garden
– Jim Ness Looking in Life’s garden Tell me what you see, What have you planted And what is growing free. Is love and hope and faith Planted and helped to grow? Daily are you giving what it needs So it will have a chance to show. Is your garden getting the Son And light only He can give, Filling each with the colors Of love in the way you live. A garden like life takes work And trust in the Maker above, For both can only bloom When nurtured and grown in love. Tall Trees – Bev Dickson (4-Part Round) Tall trees that reach the sky Mountains and lakes nearby Draw near, my friends, come sing, my friends Our campfire time is nigh. Bloom Where You’re Planted – Carey Landry Chorus: Bloom, bloom, bloom where you’re
planted. You will find your way. Bloom, bloom, bloom where you’re
planted. You will have your day. Look at the flowers, look at them growing; They never worry; they never work; Yet look at the way our Father clothes them Each with a beauty all of its own. Some plant the seeds that others will water, But in all things God gives the growth. Come, let Him garden the flowers within you; Come and discover some you’ve never known. Look at the love that lies deep within you. Let yourself be! Let
yourself be! Look at the gifts you have been given; Let them go free, Let them go free. Friends Are Like Flowers – Carey Landry Chorus: Friends are like flowers, beautiful flowers. Friends are like flowers in the garden of life. Friends are like flowers, beautiful flowers. Friends are like flowers in the garden of life. Are you a daisy? Are
you a rose? Are you a dandelion? You can be what you are; I’ll be what I am; We will be friends in the garden of life. Flowers need sunshine; flowers need rain; Flowers need loving care. Helping each other in sunshine and rain, We will be friends in the garden of life. I like the flowers, I love the daffodils, I like the mountains, I love the rolling hills I like the fireside, when all the lights are low, Boom-ti-ar-a, Boom-ti-ar-a, Boom-ti-ar-a, Boom The
First Tulip (2-Part Round) Here look in the garden bed, something beautiful
is growing. Bright, shaped like a cup, all red,
tulip opens to the sun. Last night it was small and green, flame like
now it is a glowing. This one is the first I’ve seen, now sweet
weather has begun. White
Coral Bells (4-Part Round) White coral bells upon a slender stalk Lily of the valley deck my garden walk Oh, don't you wish that you could hear them ring That will only happen when the fairies sing Tree Song – Croatian (3-Part Song) Live, live, live, our fields and woodlands need you. Live, live, live, our hopes and blessings speed you. Live, live, live, and may the fair God lead you. Love, love, love the winds and storms that bend you. Love, love, love, and yield though they would rend you. Love, love, love, the sun and rains
that tend you. Grow, grow, grow, till never tree shall shade you. Grow, grow, grow, till homage proud is paid you. Grow, grow, grow, and climb to Him who made you If All The Raindrops If all the raindrops were lemon drops and gumdrops? Everybody hates me! Nobody likes me, I'm going to the garden to eat some worms. Chorus (Repeat after each verse): Big fat juicy ones Long green slimy ones, And itsy, bitsy, fuzzy, wuzzy worms. Yum Yum. First you get a bucket, Then you get a shovel, Oh how they wiggle and squirm. Down goes the first one, Down goes the second one, Down goes the third little worm. Round goes the first one Round goes the second one Round goes the third little worm.
Up comes the second one, Up comes the third little worm.
Nobody hates me! I'm going to the garden to eat some worms. I'm bringing home my baby bumble bee Won't my mommy be so proud of me? I'm bringing home my baby bumble bee Ooh, eee it stung me!
Won't my mommy be so proud of me? I'm squishing up my baby bumble bee Ooh, eee it's all over me!
Won't my mommy be so proud of me? I'm licking up my baby bumble bee Ooh, eee needs salt!
Won't my mommy be so proud of me? I'm (throwing up noise) my baby bumble bee Ooh, eee what a mess!
Won't my mommy be so proud of me? I'm sweeping up my baby bumble bee Ooh, eee my mommy loves me! Actions:
Bringing home the bumble bee - Cup hands
as if carrying an insect Squishing up the bumble bee - Use hands to
squish! Licking up the bumble bee - Lick hands one
after the other Hear the lively song of the frogs in yonder pond, Crick, crick, crickety crick, BARRRUMMP! Actions: Squat and bounce throughout dong. On the BARRRUMMP! Jump
high and clap your hands over your head. Going on a Picnic Sit everyone in a circle. Start the story by saying, "I am going on a picnic.
You can come too, if I decide I like what you're going to bring." Then give an example of something that can come on a picnic.
The secret is that whatever you bring on the picnic must start with the same letter as your first name (or, if you want to
make it REALLY hard, use your last name!) For example (a girl named Colleen): "I am going on a picnic, and I will
bring a Cake." (she would be allowed to come). (A girl named Erica): "I am going on a picnic, and I will bring a can of
Pop." (She would not be allowed to come). SECRET: Do not tell the girls that the item must start with the same letter as their first name. Inch by Inch –
David Mallett Chorus: Inch by inch, row by row Gonna make this garden grow All it takes is a rake and a hoe And a piece of fertile ground Inch by inch, row by row Someone bless these seeds I sow Someone warm them from below 'Til the rain comes tumbling down Pulling weeds and pickin'
stones The Rain
Song – Navajo Indian Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah Conish, conish par lo shay chic a bin chic a bin pah ko kay Conish, conish par lo shay chic a bin chic a bin pah ko kay This is a Navajo prayer for rain. The tapping
rhythm accompanies only the first section and is very soft. It is made by two beats on the thigh, then a triplet and one beat,
tapped by two fingers on the opposite palm. At the end of the song, after a moment’s silence, the rain is heard. Following
the leader’s timing all rub hands together, then clap softly, getting louder and ending by clapping on thighs. The Selfish
Giant – Oscar Wilde Every afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to go and play in
the Giant's garden. It was a large lovely garden, with soft green grass. Here and there over the grass stood
beautiful flowers like stars, and there were twelve peach-trees that in the spring-time broke out into delicate blossoms of
pink and pearl, and in the autumn bore rich fruit. The birds sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that the children used to
stop their games in order to listen to them. 'How happy we are here!' they cried to each other. One day the Giant came back. He had been to visit his friend the Cornish ogre, and had
stayed with him for seven years. After the seven years were over he had said all that he had to say, for his conversation
was limited, and he determined to return to his own castle. When he arrived he saw the children playing in the garden. 'What are you doing here?' he cried in a very gruff voice, and the children ran away. 'My own garden is my own garden,' said the Giant; 'any one can understand that, and I
will allow nobody to play in it but myself.' So he built a high wall all round it, and put up a notice-board. TRESPASSERS WILL BE PROSECUTED He was a very selfish Giant. The poor children had now nowhere to play. They tried to play on the road, but the road
was very dusty and full of hard stones, and they did not like it. They used to wander round the high wall when their lessons
were over, and talk about the beautiful garden inside. 'How happy we were there,' they said to each other. Then the Spring came, and all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds. Only
in the garden of the Selfish Giant it was still Winter.
The birds did not care to sing in it as there were no children, and the trees forgot to blossom. Once a beautiful flower put
its head out from the grass, but when it saw the notice-board it was so sorry for the children that it slipped back into the
ground again, and went off to sleep. The only people who were pleased were the Snow and the Frost. 'Spring has forgotten this garden,' they cried, 'so we will live here all the year round.'
The Snow covered up the grass with her great white cloak, and the Frost painted all the trees silver. Then they invited the
North Wind to stay with them, and he came. He was wrapped in furs, and he roared all day about the garden, and blew the chimney-pots
down. 'This is a delightful spot,' he said, 'we must ask the Hail on a visit.' So the Hail came. Every day for three hours
he rattled on the roof of the castle till he broke most of the slates, and then he ran round and round the garden as fast
as he could go. He was dressed in grey, and his breath was like ice. 'I cannot understand why the Spring is so late in coming,' said the Selfish Giant, as he sat at the window and looked
out at his cold white garden; 'I hope there will be a change in the weather.' But the Spring never came, nor the Summer. The Autumn gave golden fruit to every garden, but to the Giant's
garden she gave none. 'He is too selfish,' she said. So it was always Winter there, and the North Wind, and the Hail, and the Frost,
and the Snow danced about through the trees. One morning the Giant was lying awake in bed when he heard some lovely music. It sounded
so sweet to his ears that he thought it must be the King's musicians passing by. It was really only a little linnet singing
outside his window, but it was so long since he had heard a bird sing in his garden that it seemed to him to be the most beautiful
music in the world. Then the Hail stopped dancing over his head, and the North Wind ceased roaring, and a delicious perfume
came to him through the open casement. 'I believe the Spring has come at last,' said the Giant; and he jumped out of bed and looked out. What did he see? He saw a most wonderful sight. Through a little hole in the wall the children had crept
in, and they were sitting in the branches of the trees. In every tree that he could see there was a little child. And the
trees were so glad to have the children back again that they had covered themselves with blossoms, and were waving their arms
gently above the children's heads. The birds were flying about and twittering with delight, and the flowers were looking up
through the green grass and laughing. It was a lovely scene, only in one corner it was stillWinter.
It was the farthest corner of the garden, and in it was standing a little boy. He was so small that he could not reach up
to the branches of the tree, and he was wandering all round it, crying bitterly. The poor tree was still quite covered with
frost and snow, and the North Wind was blowing and roaring above it. 'Climb up! little boy,' said the Tree, and it bent its branches down
as low as it could; but the little boy was too tiny. And the Giant's heart melted as he looked out. 'How selfish I have been!' he said; 'now
I know why the Spring would
not come here. I will put that poor little boy on the top of the tree, and then I will knock down the wall, and my garden
shall be the children's playground for ever and ever.' He was really very sorry for what he had done. So he crept downstairs and opened the front door quite softly, and went out into the garden.
But when the children saw him they were so frightened that they all ran away, and the garden became Winter again. Only the little
boy did not run, for his eyes were so full of tears that he died not see the Giant coming. And the Giant stole up behind him and took him gently in his hand,
and put him up into the tree. And the tree broke at once into blossom, and the birds came and sang on it, and the little boy
stretched out his two arms and flung them round the Giant's neck, and kissed him. And the other children, when they saw that
the Giant was not wicked any longer, came running back, and with them came the Spring. 'It is your garden now, little children,'
said the Giant, and he took a great axe and knocked down the wall. And when the people were gong to market at twelve o'clock they found the Giant playing with the children in the most beautiful garden
they had ever seen. All day long they played, and in the evening they came to the Giant to bid him good-bye. 'But where is your little companion?' he said: 'the boy I put into the tree.' The Giant
loved him the best because he had kissed him. 'We don't know,' answered the children; 'he has gone away.' 'You must tell him to be sure and come here to-morrow,' said the Giant. But the children
said that they did not know where he lived, and had never seen him before; and the Giant felt very sad. Every afternoon, when school was over, the children came and played with the Giant. But
the little boy whom the Giant loved was never seen again. The Giant was very kind to all the children, yet he longed for his
first little friend, and often spoke of him. 'How I would like to see him!' he used to say. Years went over, and the Giant grew very old and feeble. He could not play about any more,
so he sat in a huge armchair, and watched the children at their games, and admired his garden. 'I have many beautiful flowers,'
he said; 'but the children are the most beautiful flowers of all.' One winter morning he looked out of his window as he was dressing. He did not hate the Winter now,
for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting. Suddenly he rubbed his eyes in wonder, and looked and looked. It certainly was a marvellous
sight. In the farthest corner of the garden was a tree quite covered with lovely white blossoms. Its branches were all golden, and silver fruit
hung down from them, and underneath it stood the little boy he had loved. Downstairs ran the Giant in great joy, and out into the garden. He hastened across the
grass, and came near to the child. And when he came quite close his face grew red with anger, and he said, 'Who hath dared
to wound thee?' For on the palms of the child's hands were the prints of two nails, and the prints of two nails were on the
little feet. 'Who hath dared to wound thee?' cried the Giant; 'tell me, that I may take my big sword
and slay him.' 'Nay!' answered the child; 'but these are the wounds of Love.' 'Who art thou?' said the Giant, and a strange awe fell on him, and he knelt before the
little child. And the child smiled on the Giant, and said to him, 'You let me play once in your garden,
to-day you shall come with me to my garden, which is Paradise.' And when the children ran in that afternoon, they found the Giant lying dead under the
tree, all covered with white blossoms. Quietly –
Sue Stevens Quietly in the morning, Quietly when dawn is near, Quietly in the sunrise, Quietly God is there. Chorus: Listen for God in quietness, Listen and you may hear. Listen for God in stillness, Listen for God is there. Quietly in the springtime, Quietly when leave appear, Quietly in the greenness, Quietly God is there. Quietly in the evening, Quietly when stars appear, Quietly in the stillness, Quietly God is there. Quietly we are gathered, Quietly for night is near, Quietly close beside us, Quietly God is there. Kis nay ban
a ya phool o ko, phool o ko, phool o ko? Kis nay ban
a ya phool o ko? Ee shwar jo swarg may
nay. Who made the flowers red and white? Red and white? Red and white? Who made the flowers red and white? God who is in heaven! Kis nay ban
a ya cherry
o ko, cherry o ko, cherry o ko? Kis nay ban
a ya cherry
o ko? Ee shwar jo swarg may
nay. Who made the birds to fly on high? Fly on high? Fly
on high? Who made the birds to fly on high? God who is in heaven. Kis nay ban
a ya machlyo ko, machlyo ko, machlyo ki? Kis nay ban
a ya machlyo ko? Ee shwar jo swarg may
nay. Who made the fish to swim in the sea? Swim in the sea?
Swim in the sea? Who made the fish to swim in the sea? God who is in heaven. Kis nay ban
a ya tharo ko, tharo ko, tharo ko? Kis nay ban
a ya tharo ko? Ee shwar jo swarg may
nay. Who made the stars to shine above? Shine above? Shine
above. Who made the stars to shine above? God who is in heaven. Kis nay ban
a ya thoom ko mooch ko, thoom ko mooch ko, thoom ko mooch ko? Kis nay ban
a ya thoom ko mooch ko? Ee shwar jo swarg may
nay. Who made you and who made me? You and me? You and me? Who made you and who made me? God who is in heaven. Actions: Flowers Hands palm to palm with knuckles humped away form bud of lotus; fingers open
keeping base of hands, tips of little fingers and thumbs touching as flower blossoms. Birds Right wrist crossed over left palms upward, thumbs linked; hands wave gently
like birds’ wings. Fish Right hand on top of left, palms downward, thumbs move like fins. Stars Arms raised to shoulder height, hands pointing upward, fingers open and close as star twinkles. Heaven Both hands are raised above head and wave slightly once. Oh,
How Lovely is the Evening (3-Part Round) Oh, how lovely is the evening, is the evening. When the bells are sweetly ringing, sweetly ringing. Ding, dong, ding, dong. Night is falling, Stars are bright. Have I said my last good-night? Lord above look down on me And help me through the night. Thank you for a lovely day. Thank you for showing me the way. Thank you for all you have given me, Good-night, O Lord, good-night. Taps Day is done Gone the sun From the lake, From the hills, From the sky, All is well Safely rest God is nigh. |
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