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Poems All Through The Year

APRIL FOOL!

Little bears have three feet,
Little birds have four.
Little cows have two feet,
And girls and boys have more.
Do you believe my story?
Do you believe my song?
I'll tell it only once a year,
When April comes along.
APRIL FOOL!

OH, DID YOU HEAR?

Oh, did you hear?
The President has measles,
The Principal has just burned
Down the school,
Your hair is filled with jam
And purple weasles-
APRIL FOOL!

ARBOR DAY
by Dick Hayman

The seeds we plant today
With sun and rain and rest
Will grow to be the shade
That all the land wears best.

Bugs, Bugs, Bugs

Bee
BUZZ! goes the bee,
Hour after hour,
BUZZ! goes the bee
From flower to flower.

Sucking out the nectar
Flying it home.
Storing up the nectar
In the honeycomb

BUZZ! goes the bee,
Making honey so sweet.
Bee makes the honey
That I love to eat!

Fly

A fly flies by, quicker than the eye!
On two thin wings, it darts up high.
Those tiny wings can really fly!
Beating 200 times a second - oh, my!
The fly goes Buzz as it flaps in the air.
The Buzz you hear are the wings going by!
So if a fly ever catches your eye
Don't ask why it buzzes - you now know why!

Grasshopper

Hop, Hop, Hop
My, what strength
A grasshopper hops
Twenty times its length
Hop in the grass
Or on a single blade,
Hop in the sun
Or hop in the shade.
Farmer says, "Grasshopper,
Stay off my crop!"
There goes the grasshopper,
HOP, HOP, HOP

Ladybug

The ladybug's a beetle.
It's shaped like a pea.
Its colour is a bright red
With lots of spots to see.

Although the name is "ladybug",
Some ladybugs are "men"
So why don't we say "gentleman bug"
Every now and then?

Caterpillar Poems

Fuzzy Wuzzy,
Creepy Crawly
Fuzzy Wuzzy, creepy crawly
Caterpillar funny,
You will be a butterfly
When the days are sunny.
Winging, flinging, dancing springing
Butterfly so yellow,
You were once a caterpillar
Wiggly, wiggly fellow.

by Lillian Schultz

The Caterpillar

The Caterpillar
Brown & furry
Caterpillar in a hurry;
Take your walk
To a shady leaf or stalk.
May no toad spy you,
May the little birds pass by you;
Spin & die,
To live again a butterfly.

Is a caterpillar ticklish?
Well, it's my belief
That he giggles
As he wiggles
Across a hairy leaf!

*The Cocoon*

I found a cocoon
That a caterpillar made,
Fastened to a leaf
Hanging in the shade.
He barely had room
To wiggle or wag,
Like me zipped up
In my sleeping bag.

I looked each time
That I passed his way
But he never budged--
Until just today
Something happened!
He wagged and wiggled
And then climbed out
And carefully jiggled
Small wet wings
That grew as they dried.
He'd turned to a butterfly
Inside!
-Ethel Jacobson

Good Morning Butterfly

Way up in the sky
The butterflies fly.

While down in their nests
The butterflies rest.

With a wing to the left
And a wing to the right
The sweet little butterflies
Sleep all through the night.

SH-h-h-h they're sleeping.
The bright sun comes up.
The dew falls away.

Good morning, good morning
The butterflies say.

The Fuzzy Caterpillar

The fuzzy caterpillar
curled up upon a leaf.

Spun her little chrysalis
and then fell fast asleep.

While she was sleeping
she dreamed that she could fly.

And later when she woke up
she was a butterfly.

Caterpillar
Caterpillar
White, black and yellow
Caterpillar
You're such a pretty fellow

Fly, fly, butterfly
Way up in the sky
Fly, fly butterfly
Good-bye, good-bye, Good-bye

Cherry Stones (From the Complete works of Pooh)
Cherry Stones

Tinker, Tailor,
Soldier, Sailor,
Rich Man, Poor Man,
Ploughboy, Thief---

And what about a Cowboy,
Policeman, Jailer,
Engine-driver,
Or Pirate Chief?
What about a Postman--or a Keeper at the Zoo?
What about the Circus Man who lets the people Through?
And the man who takes the pennies for the round-abouts and
swings,
Or the man who plays the organ, and the other man who sings?
what about a Conjuror with rabbits in his pockets?
What about a Rocket Man who's always making rockets?
Oh there's such a lot of things to do and such a lot to be

That there's always lots of cherries on my little cherry-tree!

The Clock

The Hour-hand and the Minute-hand upon a polished dial,
A meeting planned at twelve o'clock to walk and talk awhile.
The Hour-hand with the Minute-hand could never keep apace,
"The speed at which you move," he said, "is really a disgrace!"

Then laughed the Minute-hand and sang, "The way that I must go
Is marked with milestones all along, and there are twelve, you know.
And I must call at each of these before my journey's done,
While you are creeping like a snail from twelve o'clock to one.
So now, farewell! But we shall meet again, good sir," said he,
"The road that we are following is circular, you see!"

signed "Peter"

Counting Coins

Penny, penny,
Easily spent
copper brown
and worth one cent.

Nickel, nickel
Thick and fat,
You're worth five cents.
I know that.

Dime, dime,
Little and thin,
I remember,
You're worth ten.

Quarter, quarter,
Big and bold,
You're worth twenty-five
I am told!

Dental Health

Out with the baby teeth
In with the new
Brush every day
And CHEW, CHEW, CHEW!

EVERYDAY IS EARTH DAY

Everyday is Earth Day,
If it's cold or wet or hot
Pitch in to save the planet
It's the only one we've got.

SAVE THE EARTH
by Betty Miles

People everywhere
breathe the same air,
share the same seas,
live together on the land.
People everywhere
who learn, plan,
work, care,
can
save the earth.

IN TUNE WITH MOTHER NATURE

If you listen for the songbirds
As they greet the summer sun,
And love the way the wind can make
The trees sings just for fun;

If you like to hear the ocean
As it drums upon the shore,
And imagine all the whales out there,
And hope they'll sing some more;

If you think of all the animals
As players in a band,
Each with a lovely tune to play,
All needed on the land;

And know that as a boy or girl
A woman or a man
You have a vital role to play
In Mother Nature's plan;

If you honor every living thing
As a part of nature's treasure
You're in tune with Mother Nature
So let's all sing her song together.

SOME THINGS THAT EASTER BRINGS
by Elsie Parrish

Easter duck and Easter chick,
Easter eggs with chocolate thick.

Easter hats for one and all,
Easter Bunny makes a call!

Happy Easter always brings
Such a lot of pleasant things.

JELLY BEANS
by Aileen Fisher

"I like white ones."

"Here are two."

"I like black."

"But there are so few."

"I want pink ones."

"Two for you."

"I like orange."

"WHAT shall we do-
there isn't an orange,
I've looked them through."

"Awwww."

"Wait! here's a red,
and a yellow too-
THAT'LL make orange
when you get through."

HOPPING HERBIE

Down the trail old Herbie hops.
At every house he makes a stop
Looking for a ready basket
Into which the candy drops.

Easter morning, faces pop
Out the door of every stop,
Smiling children see with pleasure
All the treats that Herbie drops.

At the end, his tired ears flop.
Herbie heads back to his shop,
Eggs and paint are all around him.
But his Easter work was tops!

MEETING THE EASTER BUNNY
by Rowena Bennett

On Easter morn at early dawn before the roosters were crowing,
I met a bob-tail bunnykin and asked where he was going,
"Tis in the house and out the house a-tipsy, tipsy toeing,
Tis round the house and 'bout the house a-lightly I am going."
"But what is that of every hue you carry in your basket?"
"Tis eggs of gold and eggs of blue;"
I wonder that you ask it.
"tis chocolate eggs and bonbon eggs
And eggs of red and gray,
For every child in every house on bonny Easter Day."
He perked his ears
And winked his eye
And twitched his little nose;
He shook his tail-
What tail he had-
And stood up on his toes.
"I must be gone before the sun;
The East is growing gray;
"Tis almost time for bells to chime."
So he hippety-hopped away.

COLORING EASTER EGGS
by Sarah Benedetti

I take an egg
All shiny white
And then I dip
It out of sight.

I leave it there
Within the cup
Then after a minute
I pick it up.

And oh!
It's a lovely
Shade of green!
The prettiest Easter egg
I've ever seen.

Easter-HILDY
by Jeanene Engelhardt

My hen, Hildy, has a secret
Of the most amazing kind,
For Easter she laid patterned eggs
That she, herself, designed:
Eggs with diamonds,
Eggs with stars,
Eggs with twinkly-winkly bars,
Eggs with crescents,
Eggs with flowers,
And two eggs with rainbow showers!

My hen, Hildry, is a marvel.
She's a darling and a dear.
Best of all, she's promised me
To lay them every year!

Everyday Activities-Dressing

Stuff an arm
into each sleeve,
put on your coat
before you leave.
Zip the zipper
right to the top,
and cover your head
whenever rain drops.

james hörner

In February
by Dorothy Aldis

In February there
are days,
Blue, and nearly warm,
When horses
switch their tails
And ducks
go quacking through the farm.
When everything
turns round to feel
The sun upon its back--
When winter lifts a little bit
And springs peeks through the crack.

The Goblin

A Goblin lives in our house, in our house, in our house,
A Goblin lives in our house all the year round.

He bumps
And he jumps
And he thumps
And he stumps
He knocks
And he rocks
And he rattles at the locks.

A goblin lives in our house,
in our house, in our house,
A goblin lives in our house
all the year round.

Rose Fyleman

GOOD MORNING

good morning to you and good morning to you;
Come pull on your stocking and put on your shoe;
There are bees, there are birds, there are flowers in the sun --

Groundhog Day

To the Groundhog
Will you
Won't you
See your shadow?

Will it
Won't it
Really matter?

Do you
Don't you
Grin to see

People
Take you
Seriously?

The Groundhog
The funny little groundhog
Digs a home in the fall,
And hides there all winter
Rolled up in a ball.
On February 2nd
He comes out of there
To look at the sky
And to sniff the air.
(If he sees his shadow, he goes back to sleep for 6 more weeks, but
if he doesn’t...that means that Spring is on the way!)

Fun on Groundhog Day
(By Barbara Walker)
There are shadows you make in the sunshine,
There are shadows you make by the lamp,
There are shadows that lurk in the forest
While you tell creepy stories at camp.

There are shadows that help you with puppets,
And shadows; you make just for play,
But the shadow that's famous is Groundhog's,
When he tells whether winter's to stay.

Let's go out very early this morning
And watch for his shadow, my son;
It may not be at all scientific,
But you've got to admit that it's fun!

Mr. Groundhog's Shadow
A groundhog lives down deep in the ground.
He sleeps through the winter.
And every year about this time,
He wakes up and wonders,
"Is it time to get out of bed
Or pull the covers back over my head?"
So he pokes his head up out of the ground.
Will he see his shadow?

Mr. Groundhog's Day
On February second
The groundhog looked about
The sun was shining brightly
But his shadow wasn't out.

Mr. Woolly Bear was watching
The groundhog search around
"Mr. Groundhog look behind you
Your shadow's on the ground."

"Hooray", the groundhog shouted
"For once we both agree
Six more weeks of winter weather
Six more weeks of sleep for me."

My Shadow
(By Robert Louis Stevenson)
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me.
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me when I jump into my bed.

The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow-
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometime shoots up taller like an India rubber ball,
And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all.

He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way,
He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see;
I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!

One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepyhead,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.


Here's a Little Groundhog
(Can be sung to the tune of "I'm a Little Teapot")
Here's a little groundhog
Furry and brown
He's coming up
To look around
If he sees his shadow
Down he goes
Then six more weeks
Of winter snows

Groundhog Day
Groundhog, groundhog,
What do you seek?
As out of your hole
You quietly peek.

If the day be fair
Your shadow will be
Cast on the ground
For all to see.

And back to your lair,
You'll quickly creep
And for six long weeks
Again you'll sleep.
But if we're lucky,
The sky will be gray,
And your shadow
Today will be far away.

Then all of us
Will dance and sing.
'Cause just around the corner
Here comes Spring!
Mary Toots

Hands

Thank you Lord for dirty hands
That touch my stove and fridge;
For sticky little fingers that
Try to build a bridge.

For careless hands that go astray
In search of something new;
For hands to hold and show the way
As mothers often do.

For precious little hands in which
Great faith so abounds;
For silly little hands that reach
To touch a mother's frown.

And thank you for your guiding hand
That leads me to the light;
That lifts me when I stumble
And points me to the right.
Author Unknown

Fingerprints

My dirty little fingerprints
I've left on every wall,
And on the drawers and table tops,
I've really marked them all.
But here is one that won't rub off,
I'm giving it to you,
Because I'm thankful for a (mother or father) just like you!

Fingerprints
Sometimes you get discouraged

Because I am so small, And always leave my fingerprints
On furniture and walls.
But everyday I am growing,
-I'll be grown up someday,
And all these tiny handprints
Will simply fade away.
So here's a final handprint
Just so you can recall,
Exactly how my fingers looked
When I was very small.
I love you!

A Reminder

This is to remind you
When I have grown so tall,
That once I was quite little
And my hands were very small.

Handprint

Here is my hand
So tiny, so small
to hang somewhere
upon your wall.

This is my hand.
My hand will do
A 1000 loving things for you
And you will remember
When I am tall...
That once my hand
Was just this small.

I used my thumb and fingers too
To make this flower just for you.
It doesn't smell, it doesn't grow.
It's from me to let you know;
Love you (Mom or Dad)?
Love you not?
Love you, (Mom or Dad)!
Love you a lot!

Tiny Handprints
Tiny handprints grow so fast
Their awkward groping soon will clasp
A ball, a book, a sweetheart's hand
A diploma, breifcase, wedding band.

Tiny handprints grow so strong
It doesn't take them very long
To snap a shirt, to paint, to draw
To labor hard, to drive a car.

Tiny handprints grow to be
A person that is quite unique
A wonderful mix of so many things
With his own feelings, thoughts and dreams...

Meredith Harris

Ice
When it is the winter time
I run up the street
And I make the ice laugh
With my little feet--
"Crickle, crackle, cricke
Crrrreeeeet, creeeet, creeeet."
By Dorothy Aldis, Everything and Anything copyright 1927

The Letters at School
One day the letters went to school,
And tried to learn each other;
They got so mixed 't was really hard
To pick out one from t' other.

A went in first, and Z went last;
The rest all were between them---
K,l, and M, and N, O, P--
I wish you could have seen them!

B,C,D,E, and J, K, L,
So jostled well their betters;
Q,R,S,T--I grieve to say---
Were very naughty letters.

Of course, ere long, they came to words---
What else could be expected?
Till E mad E,J,C, and T
Decidedly dejected.

Now, through it all the consonants
Were rudest and uncouthest,
while all the pretty Vowel girls
were certainly the smoothest.

And simple U keep far from Q,
With face demure and moral,
"Because," she said, "we are, we two,
So apt to start a quarrel!"
But spiteful P said, "Pooh for U!"
(Which made her feel quite bitter),
And calling O,L, E to help,
He really tried to hit her.

Cried A, "Now E and C, come here!
If both will aid a minute,
good P will join in making peace,
Or else the mischief's in it."
And smiling E, the ready sprite,
Said, "Yes, and count me double."
The done, sweet peace shone o'er the scene,
And gone was all he trouble!

Meanwhile when U and P made up,
The Cons'nants look about them,
And kissed the Vowels, for you see,
the could not do without them.

By Mary Mapes Dodge

Things I Like

I like blowing bubbles, and swinging on a swing;
I love to take a country walk and hear the birdies sing.

I like little kittens, and I love puppies too;
And calves and little squealing pigs and baby ducks, don't you?

I like picking daisies, I love my teddy bear;
I like to look at picture books in Daddy's big armchair.

Marjorie H. Greenfield

Love Is...
by Greg Scelsa
Love is...a tender feeling,
Love is...a way of being,
Love is...just showing someone you care.

Love is...helping with the dishes,
Love is...feeding your pet fishes,
Love is...just giving from your heart.

Love is so very simple,
It's not a mystery,
When you treat those around you
The very same way
You want them to treat you.

Love is...your baby sister,
Love is...playing with her,
Love is...holding her when she cries.

Love is...sharing your candy,
Love is...being all that you can be.
Love is lending a helping hand
When someone needs you.

Love is...
L-O-V-E
Love is...
For you and me.
Oh! Love is the greatest thing in the world!

Mice

I think mice
Are rather nice.
their tails are long,
Their faces small,
They haven't any
Chins at all.
Their ears are pink.
Their teeth are white.
They run about
The house at night.
they nibble things
They shouldn't touch
And no one seems
to like them much.

But I think mice
Are nice.
Rose Fyleman

Nonsense Poems
*I Asked a Tiger to Tea
by Ivy O Eastwick

I asked a tiger to tea;
he said
he would come
if he could;
but he had to visit
a very old aunt
who lived in Crabapple Wood.

I asked a camel to tea;
but he said
that he must
refuse;
since he had to go
to the village store
and purchase two pairs of shoes.

I asked a giraffe to tea;
but he said
that he was
not able;
his neck made it
rather difficult
to eat from a dining table.

I asked a lion to tea;
but he said
that he just
couldn't bother...
so I think I will share
my afternoon tea
with my cat
and my dog
and my brother.

--- *Dream Boat by Charles Ghigna

If I could build a sailing ship,
And I could have one wish,
I'd want my helpers all to be
Dolphins, whales, and fish.

The Sawfish would saw all the boards
And cut the mast and rails;
The shark known as the Hammerhead,
Of course, would drive the nails.

For lights I'd use, if it agrees,
The bright Electric Eel;
The Dolphin with its dorsal fin
Would be the sailboat's keel.

I'd ask the Sailfish if it minds
Serving as the sail;
And for the anchor I would need
The giant Humpback Whale!
The captain of the sailing ship
(If I could have my wish),
Would be the one who sails the best--
The clever Pilotfish.

--- *Backyard Pool
by Charles A Grupp

If I were to tell you what happened to me
One day in my very own pool,
You'd never believe it, and I quite agree--
It doesn't occur, as a rule.

A whale swam by, as large as a ship,
Showing his teeth in a grin.
A friendly old beast, he lowered one lip
And smiled, inviting me in.

A pelican screamed as I dove with a splash,
And a sleepy old turtle stood by,
As four dainty dolphins sped through in a flash,
Waving a friendly good-bye.

But then came a swordfish, a group of three seals,
And creatures galore from the sea!
I clambered right out to make room for the eels--
It was getting too crowded for me.

used for -oo- for phonics
Oodles of Noodles
I love noodles. Give me oodles.
Make a mound up to the sun.
Noodles are my favorite foodles.
I eat noodles by the ton.

by Lucia and James L Hymes, Jr.

The Owl

There's a wide-eyed owl
With a pointed nose,
he has pointed ears
And claws for toes:
He sits in a tree
And looks at you;
Then flaps his wings and says,
"Tu-whit, tu-whoo!"

There Was An Owl

There was an owl
who lived in an oak.
The more he heard,
the less he spoke;
the less he spoke,
the more he heard-
We all should be
like that wise old bird.

My Party

I'm giving a party tomorrow at three,
And these are the people I'm asking to tea,

I'm sure you will know them--they're old friends, not new;
Bo-Peep and Jack Horner and Little Boy Blue,

And Little Miss Muffet, and Jack and his Jill
(Please don't mention spiders--nor having a spill).

And Little Red Riding Hood--Goldilocks too
(When sitting beside them, don't talk of the zoo).

And sweet Cinderella, and also her Prince
(They're married--and happy they've lived ever since!)...

All these are the people I'm asking to tea;
So please come and meet them tomorrow at three.

Queenie Scott-Hopper

Penguin Parade

Waddle, waddle, waddle
>From side to side
Penguins go a-walking
Slip, slip slide, slide.

With a funny jump
The penguins dash
Down to the water
Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash!
Waddle from the water
With a rock n' roll
Penguins go parading
On a wintry stroll.

The Penguin That Couldn't Fly

I saw a penguin.
He walked right by.
He had a tear in his eye.
I heard him cry and softly sigh,
Oh I wish I could fly.

Author Unknown

Keep a Poem in Your Pocket

Keep a poem in your pocket
And a picture in your head
And you'll never feel lonely
at night when your in bed.
The little poem will sing to you.
The little picture it brings to you
A dozen dreams to dance to you
At night when your in bed.

So---
Keep a picture in your pocket
And a poem in your head
And you'll never feel lonely
At night when your in bed.
-Beatrice Schenkde Regniers

Dancing on a Rainbow. Action

Dancing on a rainbow, (dance fingers above head
As colours arch the sky. (arch arms above head and out
Sliding down a rainbow, (slide hands down to lap
Perched so high. (arch arms above and over head

Dancing on a gentle cloud, (dance fingers
Floating through the sky. (float hands
Twirling on a floating cloud, (twirl hands
Perched so high. (lift hands up above head
Dancing on a moonbeam, (dance fingers
Shining in the sky. (lift arms up above head
Tumbling from a moonbeam, (tumble hands downward
Perched so high. (Arms up above head

Rainbows:

Sunlight paints the rainbow (Use wide arm movements
With colours oh so bold, (to make arch
A ray of green, (Using a tossing movement
A ray of mauve, (call out each colour
A ray of deepest gold. (
Raindrops touch the rainbow (Use wide arm movement to
With colours oh so bold, (make an arch in the air
A splash of green, (Using an upward splashing
A splash of mauve, (movement call out each
A splash of deepest gold. (colour.

Reach Up For a Rainbow:

Reach up for a rainbow (Stretch hands up
With its colours so gay, ( " " "
That paint the dull sky ( Paint the sky
On a rainy day. (Trickle rain down

Reach up for the clouds (Stretch hands up
As they billow so grey, ( " " "
Across the whole sky (Roll hands across
On a rainy day. (Trickle rain down

Reach up for the rain (Stretch hands up
As the drops come to play,(Dance fingers about
As they tumble from high (Roll hands down
On a rainy day. (trickle fingers down.

(These came from "Of Beetles and Bugs" and "Of Seasons & Special Days" by Yvonne Winer and Lyndall Stewart.)

Short and Sweet Verses
Haste is Waste

Learn to talk,
Learn to walk,
But do not be in haste;
Stub your toes,
Hurt your nose,
And learn that haste is waste.
Unknown

A rule of Thumb

For every evil under the sun,
There is a remedy, or there is none;
If there be one, try to find it;
If there be none, never mind it.
Unknown

ANGER
Anger in its time and place
may assume a kind of grace.
It must have some reason in it,
And not last beyond a minute.
Charles and Mary Lamb

I'm Glad

I'm glad the sky is painted blue,
and the earth is painted green,
With such a lot of nice fresh air
All sandwiched in between.
Unknown

Happy hearts and happy faces,
Happy play in grassy places---
that was how, in ancient ages,
children grew to kings and sages.

Robert Louis Stevenson

Ride the Carousel

Ride, ride the carousel,
Reach for the golden ring,
Never to finish,
But begin again.
Life is a circular thing.
Unknown

Today and Tomorrow

Every moment has its duty--
Who the future can foretell?
Then why leave for tomorrow
What today can do as well?
Unknown

Bedtime

Go to bed early--wake up with joy;
go to bed late--cross girl or boy.
Go to bed early---ready for play;
Go to bed late--moping all day.
Go to bed early--no pains or ills;
Go to bed late--doctors and pills.
Go to bed early--grow very tall;
Go to bed late--stay very small.
Unknown

The Whole Duty of Children

A child should always say what's true
And speak when he is spoken to;
And behave mannerly at table,
At least as far as he is able.

Robert Louis Stevenson

Similes

As wet as a fish--as dry as a bone;
As live as a bird--as dead as a stone;
As plump as a partridge--as pooer as a rat;
As stong as a horse--as weak as a cat;
As heavy as lead--as light as a feather;
As steady as time--uncertain as weather;
As hot as an oven--as cold as a frog;
As gay as a lark--as sick as a dog;
As firece as a tiger-as mild as a dove;
As stiff as a poker--as limp as a glove;
as blind as a bat --a deaf as a post;
As cool as a cucumber---as warm as toat;
As red as rose--as square as a box;
As bold as a thief--as sly as a fox;
As good as a feat-as bad as a witch;
As light as is day-as dark as is pitch.

Unknown

Snow in the City

Snow is out of fashion,
But it still comes down,
To whiten all the buildings
In our town;
to dule the noise of traffic;
To dim each glaring light
With star-shaped feathers
Of frosty white.
And not the tallest building
Halfway up the sky;
Or all the trains and busses,
And taxis scudding by;
And not a million people,
Not one of them at all,
Can do a thing about the snow
But let it fall!

By: Rachel Field
Branches Green
copyright 1934

Cynthia In the Snow

It Slushes.
It hushes
The loudness in the road.
It flitter-twitters.
And laughs away from me.
It laughs a lovely whiteness,
And whitely whirs away,
To be
Some otherwhere,
Still white as milk or shirts,
So beautiful it hurts.

Taken From: Gwendolyn Brooks, Bronzeville Boys and Girls Copyright 1956

Snowflakes

Before I melt,
Come, look at me!
The lovely icy filigree!
Of a great Forest
In one night
I make a wilderness
Of white;
By skyey cold
Of crystals made,
All softly, on
Your finger Liad,
I pause, that you
My beauty see;
Breathe; and I vanish
Instantly

By: Walter De La Mare

St. Patrick's Day Poem
Wear it bright,
Wear it well.
Wear it green
In your lapel.

Irish all-
Just today.
Shamrocks say
"St. Patrick's Day!"

One Stormy Night

Two little kittens,
One stormy night,
Began to quarrel,
And then to fight.
One had a mouse,
the other had none;
And that's the way
the quarrel begun.

"I'll have that mouse,"
Said the bigger cat.
"You'll have that mouse?
We'll see about that!"....

The old woman seized
Her sweeping broom,
And swept both kittens
Right out of the room.

the ground was covered
With frost and snow,
And the two little kittens
Had nowhere to go.

They lay and shivered
On a mat at the door
While the old woman
Was sweeping the floor.

And then they crept in,
As quiet as mice,
All wet with the snow,
And as cold as ice,
And found it much better,
That stormy night,
To lie by the fire
Than to quarrel and fight.

Unknown

In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candlelight.
In summer, quite the other way.
I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?

Robert Louis Stevenson

Tooth Poem

Although He Didn't Like the Taste
by Arnold Lobel

Although he didn't like the taste,
George brushed his teeth with pickle paste.
Not ever was his mouth so clean,
Not ever were his teeth so green.

The Little Turtle

There was a little turtle.
he lived in a box.
He swam in a puddle
He climbed on the rocks.

He snapped at a mosquito.
he snapped at a flea.
He snapped at a minnow.
And he snapped at me.

He caught the mosquito.
He caught the flea.
He caught the minnow.
But he didn't catch me.

Vachel Lindsay

A Watch

A watch will tell the time of day,
Or tell it nearly, anyway,
Excepting when it's overwound,
Or when you drop it on the ground.

Edward Verrall Lucas

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