By Christina Rossetti
Brown and furry Caterpillar in a hurry, Take your walk To the shady leaf, or stalk, Or what not, Which...
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- By Nikki GiovanniI always like summer best you can eat fresh corn from daddy's garden and okra and greens and cabbage...
- By Bert Meyers
Go to sleep my daughter
go to sleep my son
once this world was water
without anyone - By April Halprin WaylandThe best clouds in the business are right above me right now. We’re riding in this teal convertible ...
- By Nikki GrimesWhen my dad walks into a room, or down the street, he inches up on me silent as shadow, and I don't ...
- By Michael SimmsThe summer you learned to swim was the summer I learned to be at peace with myself. In May you were ...
- By Kara Jacksonstill, living like they orbit one another, my grandfather, the planet, & grandma, his moon assigned...
- By Mosab Abu Tohai my grandfather used to count the days for return with his fingers he then used stones to count not...
- By Luis Daniel SalgadoWhen I was a boy I was either a child eating bugs or a child being eaten by bugs, but now that I am ...
- By Lydia Maria ChildOver the river and through the wood, To grandfather's house we go; The horse knows the way To carry ...
- By Ernest Lawrence ThayerThe outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day; The score stood four to two with but one...
- By Jane TaylorTwinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond...
- By AnonymousThe first day of Christmas, My true love sent to me A partridge in a pear tree. The second day of Christmas...
- By Sarah Josepha HaleMary had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow; And everywhere that Mary went The lamb was sure...
- By William MillerWee Willie Winkie Rins through the toun, Up stairs and doun stairs In his nicht-gown, Tirling at the...
- By Emily Dickinson“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words ...
- By Mother GooseLittle boy blue, Come blow your horn, The sheep's in the meadow, The cow's in the corn. But where is...
- By Robert FrostWhose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping...
- By Robert BrowningHamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall...
- By William BlakeThe sun does arise, And make happy the skies. The merry bells ring To welcome the Spring. The sky-lark...