Who's Playing Up There? (Open syllable)
Practice Words
Two-syllable words with an open first syllable ending in a long vowel sound.
We open our eyes wide. Above us, a human figure floats in the clouds! It is a man in the sky. He waves and smiles down at us. Will he stick around or drift away?
The clouds begin to move. We lie in the grass and watch them like a private show. Boy props up on his stomach. Girl sits and gazes with wonder. I stretch out on my back. We want to see if the man in the clouds will come back.
He is back! And he has a friend with him now. A lady and the man leap and dance among the clouds, as if music fills the sky. I raise my arm and do a jig too. Even the kitten at my feet seems to follow along.
The cloud figures stop dancing. They stand still, tip back their heads, and open their mouths wide. No sound reaches us, but you can tell they are singing a silly song. Boy sits up and points at the sky. 'They sing so loud up there!' he yells. The tiny birds tilt their heads, as if even they want to hear it.
A whole band begins to play in the clouds! Figures with drums and horns smile down at us. We dance to the beat with our arms up high. The music makes us want to jump and spin. Even the tiny creatures around us pop up to watch.
The cloud drummer beats the drum louder, and the sky turns a dark purple color. 'I think the band is angry,' says Girl, as fat raindrops hit her open hand. Boy points above, but even he begins to shake.
We run for the open door of our house. A warm golden glow pours out to welcome us home. It is too wet to stay outside. Our parents will be glad to see us. We dash along in the rain as fast as we can.
Time to relax and dry off! We kick our wet shoes off and leave them by the door. We each grab a towel and begin to dance around. Boy hugs his orange towel close to his chest. Girl twirls a red one over her head. I wave my blue one like a banner. Getting dry has never been this fun.
We tell Mom and Dad about the music in the sky. We open our mouths wide and sing just like the cloud men did. Dad grins with delight. Mom claps her hands and smiles. They both wish they had seen the show!
We can be a band, just like the figures in the sky! Dad grabs his drum and begins to play a solid beat. Boy bangs on a pot. Girl hits a pan with one arm raised. Mom and I leap and dance around them. Our music fills the whole room.
Later, the house is quiet and the moon sits over our window. I see silver clouds, silent and still. 'Goodnight,' I whisper. Then I get into bed next to Boy and Girl, and we close our eyes.