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Sophomore helps launch radio network for children
Posted 04/19/2019 10:29AM


A new media outlet debuted April 15, 2019, and sophomore Emma Clark is at the center of the project as a reporter and producer.

For the initial broadcast of the International Children’s Arts Network, or ICAN, (created by All Classical Portland), Emma shared “The Stew,” an original poem she had previously read to our first grade students.

Hear Emma read her original poem “The Stew” on the International Children’s Arts Network. See the full text of the poem below.

She was also a guest on OPB Radio’s Think Out Loud this week, explaining the new network and producing radio for kids. Hear Emma’s interview on OPB (“All Classical Portland Launches Kids’ Station”).


The Stew

by Emma Clark

Once upon a time, in the dead heart of winter.

Lived a group of small animals, cold, hungry and bitter.

There was a rabbit, a fox, and a little woodchuck

A squirrel, a deer and a little brown duck

They all crowded together, sad and cold as can be

For there was no food, as far as their eyes could see

All that was left, from their big winter haul

Was a few carrots, some nuts and a turnip named Paul

All through the valley, it was covered in snow

All of them, one by one, began to cry, “oh no!”

A nice warm stew, would be oh so lovely,

A savory broth, filled with potatoes, so yummy!

But how to make a delicious stew, with no pot?

They had no ideas so they thought and they thought

“Just as the animals thought they could go on no longer”

The fox jumped up, “look there just over yonder!”

A large dark cave, sat perched on the hilltop

which made the animal’s hearts do a flip flop

Perhaps they have a pot, that we could borrow!

That would for sure cure our sorrow!

“Maybe they have food, that we can share!”

“Finally it’s gone, that awful despair!”

“For once there’s hope”, they shouted with glee

The animals cheered and danced carefree

The little squirrel stopped dancing and frowned

“But you know who lives there, “ it’s that nasty old bear”

The other animals stopped dancing and turned with sad eyes

“You know the story, about the lion that dies”

Legend has it, the toughest lion in the valley

Went to fight the bear but that was his finale

From that day forward, the bear became a terror

He was forced to live alone, atop his hill forever

“Well now what do we do?” sighed the little woodchuck

The animals sat and thought, oh boy were they stuck.

Finally, after a while, the little deer exclaimed, “I know!”

“We can walk up to the mountain, through the cold white snow”

“Then we can steal the pot, he’ll never even know!”

“I’m sure he’s asleep, oh that I just know!”

What a perfect plan! The little brown duck said

“Let’s pack our bags and hop in the sled”

All the animals, put on their wool mittens

Their coats, their boots and clasped their buttons

Then they began their hike through the cold winter's night

They climbed up for miles with no end in sight

Finally, after what seemed like hours the cave was near

They looked inside, then froze with fear

A huge bear, with its back turned away

Its big paws, its matted fur, all black and gray

Inside, the cave was plain white and bare

No pictures, no bed, not even a chair!

In the middle of the room sat the large prize

Right in front of the bear’s sleeping eyes

The bear was asleep, just like the deer had said

But how to snatch up the pot, you know, without ending up dead?

The rabbit whispered, don’t worry – you can count on me!

I’m small enough to sneak in, steal the pot and flee!

Definitely not, said the deer, look at your large ears!

They’re so long and so heavy, this task would take you years!

Oh please, said the woodchuck, you’re much too clumsy

My tail is perfect for snatching, it’s flat, thick and stumpy

The fox responded, “But you’re much too small to carry the pot”

“I’ll do it, I’m strong, swift and can do this in a trot!”

“I know” said the rabbit, “we can work together,

To steal this pot, and it won’t take forever!

Then the rabbit, the fox, the little woodchuck

The squirrel, the deer and the little brown duck

Made their way into the cave, they tiptoed around

Got up to the bear, did not make a sound

“Lookie what we have here” whispered the deer

“Some fresh ginger, could surely make a nice root beer!”

Take that onion, and those beans and put them over there

Quickly now, before we wake the sleeping bear

“Just grab it and go for we’ve got no time to spare”

The other animals agreed and began to flee, but the little brown duck could do nothing but stare

He stared at the bear, with the dark brown hair

The one with a scar, oh what a gruesome pink tear

The scar ran up, over the bear’s snout and through his right eye

The little brown duck looked sadly and thought, “poor guy”

The little brown duck now sad as could be, looked to the deer

“this is not right”, he said with a sigh, “the bear is nothing to fear”

“What do you mean?” said the woodchuck, “he’s just a bear”

“A scary, a nasty, a stupid old bear”

With that, the woodchuck grabbed for the pot and tried to flee

But he slipped on his tail and kicked over the pot with his knee

The pot fell hard and made a loud BANG

Throughout the large cave, the noise rang and rang

The bear jumped up and woke with a fright

He towered over the animals, teeth gleaming bright white

He yelled in a deep voice, “what do you think you’re doing with my pot!”

The animals shook with terror for they had been caught

The rabbit was the bravest, “please don’t hurt us”, he said in a small voice

“It’s not our fault”, the other animals joined in, “for we had no other choice”

“Please understand, we needed this pot to make our stew”

“A soup filled with potatoes, yams, and some carrots that we grew!”

“But why take my pot, can’t you see that I have nothing?”

“At least you six have each other, that’s gotta be worth something”

“I have no family, no friends not even a pet”

“Everyone has left me, they think that I’m a threat”

All seven animals sat in silence, no words were spoken

For what could you say to a bear that’s heartbroken?

One by one, the animals crowded arounded

They gave the bear a big hug, trying to turn his frown around

“We’ll be your friend” the animals all said

In fact, let’s cook up a stew and get you fed!

So the rabbit, the fox, and the little woodchuck

the squirrel, the deer and the little brown duck

They gathered their onions, and carrots, and some other little greens

Their potatoes and yams and some leftover beans

They chopped up the vegetables and stirred the steaming soup

Then they shared it with the bear and ate it together as a group.

The End.

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