Byrd Baylor: 8 books

A band of men sat huddled in a cave Where coals of fire glowed warm and red. Boy lay curled on a bed of leaves But he sat up when an old man said: "This thought keeps spinning in my head. There must be caves just like our own Somewhere And other axes made of stone Somewhere And other men like me." Though...

You may think of the desert as a harsh, dry place where no one would ever want to live -- but think again. The Desert People know. so do the animals. Both love the land, and "share the feeling of being brothers in the desert, of being desert creatures together." Byrd Baylor's spare, poetic text and...

Byrd Baylor's text captures and shares some of the special experiences in the Southwest desert country that have inaugurated her private celebrations: The Time of Falling Stars, in the middle of August, when "every time a streak of light goes shooting through the darkness, I feel my heart shoot out...

With a lot of practice, a young boy learns from his old teacher how to listen to the sounds and songs of the natural world. When you know “the other way to listen,” you can hear the wild-flower seed bursting open. You hear rocks murmuring and hills singing, and it seems like the most natural...

Beautiful paintings highlight the ways various peoples from around the world welcome the sun and the start of a new day in this Caldecott Honor–winning picture book. Some people say there is a new sun every day, and that it begins its life at dawn and lives for one day only. They say you...

Everybody needs a rock -- at least that's the way this particular rock hound feels about it in presenting her own highly individualistic rules for finding just the right rock for you.

“A Native American boy captures a hawk in the hope that he can also capture some sense of its ability to fly….Parnall’s sweeping black-and-white panoramas complement this spare, poetic text.” —School Library Journal A Caldecott Honor Book An ALA Notable Book

On the hottest summer afternoons when desert creatures look for shade and stay close to the earth and keep their voices low I sit high on a cactus and fling my loud ringing trill out to the sun... So sings the Cactus Wren, one of the ten desert creatures that speaks for itself in the evocative and...