Books like Clackety Track: Poems About Trains
By Skila Brown
For the kid who presses their face to the window every time a train rumbles past, this book turns that fascination into a whole collection to flip through again and again. Rhythmic, clattering, retro-cool — like the trains themselves set to verse.
A young inventor imagines the ultimate car — complete with a snack bar, a swimming pool, and a robot chauffeur named Robert — then takes it out for a wild test drive with his dad.
A boy walks home from school and imagines wilder and wilder sights on Mulberry Street, building a story fantastic enough to tell his father.
A family of kids and babies fills the house with jazz — humming, drumming, tapping piano keys, and swaying to a beat that carries them all the way to sleep.
A bright, rhyming romp through a day in the life of birds — from the rooster's dawn crow to the owl's nighttime call — inviting little ones to cheep and tweet along.
A cheerful taxi driver named Dan cruises through town picking up a band member by member, each new passenger adding fresh sounds and colors to the growing crowd inside his cab.
A collection of poems imagines a curious inn run by poet William Blake, where dragons, angels, and a Man in the Moon all check in for the night.
A rhyming romp through everything that counts as a house — anthills, dog kennels, corn husks, pea pods — and eventually the surprising idea that a shoe, a mirror, even a word, might have a house too.
An endlessly imaginative girl transforms into robots, trees, and countless other characters through rhyming games, while her messy room and her mother's patience wait in the background.
A little fish paddles through the underwater world, meeting all kinds of fish along the way — spotty, stripy, happy, grumpy, hairy, scary, even curly whirly and twisty twirly.
Bold die-cut shapes stack and overlap page after page, transforming circles, squares, and triangles into nine recognizable zoo animal faces right before your eyes.
A curious kid heads outside to explore wind firsthand — feeling it push and pull, chasing hats, and figuring out why something you can't see is so easy to feel.
