As long as I live
I shall always be myself-and
No other, just me.
Like a tree.
Willow, elder, aspen, thorn, or cypress forlorn,
like flowers, for its hours - 
primrose, or pink, or violet - 
sunned by the sun
and with dew drops wet.
 - Walter de la Mare

"What Shall I Call You?"
What shall I call you
Friend or foe
What shall I call you
I don't know

Your horrifying and creepy
Yet beautiful in your own way

So what shall I call you
Friend?, foe?

You gotta help me here
'Cause I really don't know
 - Ethan Bried

"Pennies From Heaven"
Every time it rains, it rains
Pennies from heaven.
Don't you know each cloud contains
Pennies from heaven.
Trade them for a package of
Sunshine and flowers.
If you want the things you love,
You must have showers.
So when you hear it thunder,
Don't run under a tree.
There'll be pennies from heaven for you and me.

 - from "Pennies from Heaven by Johnny Burke and Arthur Johnston

"Toes in my Nose"
I bet that I can do it,
My friends all say, "No way!"
Now my toes are in my nose
And they will have to pay!
They each owe me a dollar
and for that there is no doubt
There's just one little problem,
I cannot get them out.
                      - Jack Prelutsky

"Chicken Tenders"

Chicken tenders
are pretenders.

They should be called
Chicken lenders
or Chicken frienders
or maybe even Chicken menders.

                  -Annabelle Joyce and Rachael Travers

"I Love Drawing"

painting and coloring
with crayons, pencils, and markers.

All you need is paper, paint, brushes, and you!

                           - Rachael Travers and Cecilia Rausch

"I cannot go to school today"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash, and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more - that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue - 
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke - 
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb,
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my spine is weak,
I barely whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.  
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is - what?
 What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is....Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!"

- Shel Silverstein

"Hot Wings"
Scorching hot wing, flaming hot wing
Oh how I love spicy hot wings
Fiery and sizzling
Isn't that the hot wing
                               - Caleb Barrett  & Tyler Morrill

"A Chubby Little Snowman"
A chubby little snowman who had a carrot nose,
Along came a bunny and what do you suppose?
That hungry little bunny looking for a lunch,
Ate that little snowman's nose
Nibble, nibble, CRUNCH!
 - Author Unknown

"Old Man March Wind"
That Old Man March Wind blusters through the town,
Twisting the tree tops, blowing chimneys down,
Rattling the windows, shaking the doors,
Rushing around corners with howls and roars.

That Old Man March Wind will chase you down the street,
And if you're not careful, he'll blow you off your feet.
He'll set your hat spinning and snatch at your cloak,
And scatter your belongings, and think it all a joke.

Says Old Man March Wind, "I'm cleaning house for spring - Sweeping up the rubbish, dusting everything,
Fanning the air, polishing the sky - "
Says Old Man March Wind, "I'm blowing winter by!"
                                                                                        - Julia Powell

"The Sugar Call"
Now flickers call, and robins call,
And the bluebirds in the wood,
"Oh, hurry, hurry, hurry!
Here's sugar that is good.
Oh, hurry, hurry, hurry!
Bring buckets, spouts, and spoon,
The maple sap is running free
In March's sunny noons.
Hepaticas are peeping through
The dead leaves in the wood.
Oh, hurry, hurry, hurry!
Sugaring time is good.
Oh, hurry hurry hurry!
The snow is melting fast.
The time to gather sugar
Will soon be quickly past."
 - Norman C. Schlichter

"Crocus Children"
Just a little crocus
Growing in the grass
Can announce the springtime
To the folks that pass.

Just a little maiden,
And a laddie wee,
Can spread joy and sunshine
Where they chance to be.
                         - Alice Crowell Hoffman

"To a Squirrel at Kyle-Na-No"
Come play with me;
Why should you run
Through the shaking tree
As though I had a gun
To strike you dead?
When all I would do
Is to scratch your head
And let you go.
- William Butler Yeats

"March Wind"
We made a brand-new kite today,
And soon as we were through
We came out here to fly it,
And the wind just blew and blew.
And now the kite's a tiny speck;
We've used up all the string;
I'd like to go and get some more.
Anne's such a tiny thing
To hold the kite all by herself;
I wouldn't let her try,
For fear I might look back and see
Anne sailing through the sky.
             - Eleanor Dennis

"A March Surprise"

The trees are still asleep today
And do not seem to know
A storm came by last night and heaped
Their branches full of snow.

See how they start up with surprise
As one by one they wake.
"Why, gracious me!" they seem to say,
And give themselves a shake.
                            - Ralph Marcellino

"Swift Things Are Beautiful"

Swift things are beautiful:
Swallows and dear,
And lightning that falls
Bright-veined and clear,
Rivers and meteors,
Wind in the wheat, The strong-withered horse,
The sure runner's feet.

And slow things are beautiful:
The closing of day,
The pause of the wave
That curves downward to spray,
The ember that crumbles, the opening flower,
And the ox that moves on
In the quiet power.
                                 - Elizabeth Coatsworth

"The Crocodile"
How doth the little crocodile
            Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
         On every golden scale!

How cheerfully he seems to grin!
                   How neatly spread his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in
            With gently smiling jaws!
                         - Lewis Carroll

"The Shepherd"

How sweet is the Shepherd's sweet lot!
From the morn to the evening he strays;
He shall follow his sheep all the day,
And his tongue shall be filled with praise.

For he hears the lamb's innocent call,
And he hears the ewe's tender reply;
He is watchful while they are in peace,
For they know when their Shepherd is nigh.
                                                    - William Blake 

"Song for the Sun That Disappeared behind the Rainclouds"

The fire darkens, the wood turns black.
The flame extinguishes, misfortune upon us.
God sets out in search of the sun.
The rainbow sparkles in his hand,
The bow of the divine hunter.
He has heard the lamentations of his children.
He walks along the milky way, he collects the stars.
With quick arms he piles them into a basket
Piles them up with quick arms
Like a woman who collects lizards
And piles them into her pot, piles them
Until the pot overflows with lizards
Until the basket overflows with light.
                                                      - Anonymous


I had a little brother
And I brought him to my mother
And I said I want another
Little brother for a change.
But she said don’t be a bother
So I took him to my father
And I said this little bother
Of a brother’s very strange.
But he said one little brother
Is exactly like another
And every little brother
Misbehaves a bit he said.
So I took the little bother
From my mother and my father
And I put the little bother
Of a brother back to bed.

"Sister For Sale"

“One sister for sale,
One sister for sale,
One crying and spying young sister for sale
I'm really not kidding so who'll start the bidding
Do I hear a dollar?
A nickle?
A penny?
Oh isnt there isnt there isnt there any
One person who will buy this sister for sale
This crying spying old young sister for sale.”
 - Shel Silverstein

A math riddle:
As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with 7 wives.
Every wife had 7 sacks.  Every sack had 7 cats.
Every cat had 7 kits. Kits, cats, sacks, wives;
How many were going to St. Ives?
                   - Author Unknown

A tethered horse,


in both stirrups.
 - Yosa Buson

That snail
                                 one long horn, one short,
what's on your mind?
 - Yosa Buson

"Precious Stones"
An emerald is as green as grass,
A ruby red as blood,
A sapphire shines as blue as heaven,
But a flint lies in the mud.

A diamond is a brilliant stone
To catch the world's desire,
An opal holds a rainbow light
But a flint holds fire.
                   - Christina Rossetti

"The Cats of Kilkenny"
There were once two cats of Kilkenny,
Each thought there was one cat too many;
So they fought and they fit,
And they scratched and they bit,
Till, excepting their nails
And the tips of their tails,
Instead of two cats, there weren't any.
 - Anonymous 

"Bring Me an Apple"
Bring me a bright red apple to hold,
To hold on a winter night,
When all of the outside world is white
And the little apple tree sleeps in the cold.
Bring me its firm, round fruit;
And you will have brought me essence and root,
All that is summer: white petals drifting,
Leaves looking up to the sun,
Clouds cherry-colored, with daylight done,
Rain in the branches and cool wind lifting
A song in the little tree.
Bring me an apple.  Bring summer to me.
                            - Elsie McKinnon Strachan

"Groundhog Day"
If Candlemas Day be fair and bright
Winter will have another flight;
But if it be dark with clouds and rain,
Winter is gone and will not come again.
 - Traditional Scottish Rhyme

Oh, you may sing of bonny May
And April's silvery showers,
The red of gay October's leaves,
Or August's fragrant flowers;

But give me jolly, crackling fires
And snowflakes, soft and merry,
The month of holidays and fun,
Gay, friendly February!
                         - Frances Gorman Risser

"Snow Stars"
And feathery,
Crystal clear
And white,
Six - point stars
Come tumbling,
In the night.
             - Regina Sauro

"White Witch"
Winter, the white witch, casts her spell.
The hedgerows, furred and stealthy, creep
Like snowy panthers to the well.
Almost they spring upon the sheep
That yesterday were pasture stones.
Wolves from the cedars came last night
To snarl among the gleaming bones
Of broken birch.  The russet flight
Of red fox through the orchard burns;
And from the plumed grass, deep and warm,
The apple tree, defiant, turns
His antlered head against the storm.
                               - Ruth Lechlitner

"Snowy Benches"
Do parks get lonely
in winter, perhaps,
           when benches have only
   snow on their laps? 
                                                  - Aileen Fisher

"Rein Deer"

Rein deer are
special things,
On Christmas they
Make the magic

When they fly for
me and you,
You'll get this
feeling inside of

Rein deer help us
In the winter
ready to go!

- Anonymous

Someone in the sky last night
Had an awful pillow fight,
And when I woke today I found
All the feathers on the ground.
 - Margaret Hillert

"A Winter Surprise"
Last night while I was sleeping
The snow came softly down
And slipped on all the shrubbery
A shining snowflake gown.

I guess that every little bush
Felt startled with surprise
To find itself a cotton plant
On opening its eyes.
 - Solveig Paulson Russell

Icicle is the strangest
Fruit from fairyland
It tastes like -  nothing!
It goes to nothing
In my hand.
                - Charlotte Mann

Little January
Tapped at my door today,
And said, "Put on your winter wraps,
And come outdoors to play."

Little January
Is always full of fun;
Today we coasted down the hill,
Until the set of sun.

Little January
Will stay a month with me
And we will have such jolly times - 
Just come along and see.

                   - Winifred C. Marshall

Today the forest
glistens white,
silvered with the snow
that came last night.
The paths are gone,
no rabbits stir;
the only sound's
a scarlet whir
of cardinal wings
lifting high
into the blue
of winter sky.
                - O.J. Robertson

"Crumbs on the Snow"
When it's winter and the snow
Like a table cloth is spread,
I remember hungry birds
And see that they are fed.
On their snowy tablecloth
They find my gift of bread.
 - Lucretia Penny

"Ski Lift"
You ride up on the ski lift
To the mountain's snowy spire.
You sway high over chasms
On a sort of creaking wire.

You huddle on the narrow seat,
Secretly agreeing
That possibly the ski lift
Is scarier than skiing.
          - Ethel Jacobson

"Good Sportsmanship"
Good sportsmanship we hail we sing
It's always pleasant when you spot it
There is only one unhappy thing
You have to lose to prove you got it.
-Richard Armour

"The Sun" 
All colors come from the sun. And it does not have
Any particular color, for it contains them all.
And the whole Earth is like a poem
While the sun above represents the artist.

Whoever wants to paint the varigated world
Let him never look straight up at the sun
Or he will lose the memory of things he has seen.
Only the burning tears will stay in his eyes.

Let him kneel down, lower his face to the grass,
And look at light reflected by the ground.
There he will find everything we have lost:
The stars and the roses, the dusks and the dawns.
                                                                     - Czeslaw Milosz

"The Day is Done"

The day is done, and the darkness
   Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
   From an eagle in his flight.

I see the lights of the village
   Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me
   That my soul cannot resist;

A feeling of sadness and longing,
   That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
   As the mist resembles the rain.

Come, read to me some poem,
   Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall sooth this restless feeling,
   And banish the thoughts of day.

Not from the old grand masters,
   Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
   Through the corridors of time.

For, like strains of martial music,
   Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;
   And to-night I long for rest.

Read from some humble poet,
   Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
   Or tears from the eyelids start;

Who, through long days of labor,
   And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
   Of wonderful melodies.

Such songs have power to quiet
   The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
   That follows after prayer.

Then read from a treasured volume
   The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
   The beauty of thy voice.

And the night shall be filled with music,
   And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.
                                                                - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


Words, one by one
arrive on empty page
like honored guests.
Ordered thoughts move
Outside the window,
on the sill,
I see the figure of a bird,
sun on its feathers - 
a brownish, medium-sized bird.
I try to wave it away,
but it intrudes more stubbornly.
It has a quizzical look in its eye.
Ignoring its rude presence
I try to compose my lines,
but I feel uneasy
being observed by a brownish, medium-sized bird
with sun on its feathers.
 - Wimal Dissanayake

"Lily Pads"

Lily pads floating gently
with flowers of white and gold.
As if they're hiding a secret,
That will never be told.

They rest on peaceful ponds.
So quiet and so still.
And form a chain so lovely,
and never stop at all.
                - Jenelle Remy



I god a liddle code doday;

id isend bery pleasand.

Da docda cape and gabe a shod,

but butha gabe a presend.

I thing I’ll be in bed a dime,

ad leased dill Bunday borning.

Don’t wawg in buddles in da rain-

led dis be a warding!

- Marci Ridlin

"My Tooth Ith Loothe"

My tooth ith loothe! My tooth ith loothe!

I can’t go to thcool, that’th my excuthe.

I wath fine latht night when I went to bed,

But today it’th hanging by a thread!

My tooth ith loothe! My tooth ith loothe!

I’m telling you the honetht truth.

It maketh me want to jump and thout!

My tooth ith loothe….Ooopth! Now it’th out!

- George Ulrich

"Music Class"

I hear birds. I sing frogs.

My heart hears every note,

yet my song is locked

inside my throat.

Someone laughs.

I’m way off-key.

The teacher holds my hand

and opens a special box

of things with secret voices.

I get maracas and triangle.

I am aria. I am madrigal.

With silver bells and tambourine,

I can sing!

- Kristine O’Connell George

"The Girl Who Makes the Cymbals Bang"

I’m the girl who makes the cymbals bang –

It used to be a boy

That got to play them in the past

Which always would annoy

Me quite a bit. Though I complained,

Our teacher Mister Cash

Said, “Sorry, girls don’t have the strength

To come up with a crash.”

“Oh yeah?” said I. “Please give them here!”

And there and then, I slammed

Together those brass plates so hard

His eardrums traffic-jammed.

He gulped and gasped, and I could tell

His old ideas were bending –

So now me and my cymbals give

Each song a real smash ending.

- X. J. Kennedy

"Spider Work"

I didn't mean to write a poem.

A tingling starts a single spinneret

I cast





or may not rhyme








beckoning me

to weave

a web of words:

a poem to house my spiderling.

- Bobbi Katz


I'm grounded.

I said a bad word and I'm grounded.

I just wanted to hear how it sounded.

It sounded great,

so I said it again

and taught it to my brother.

We agreed it was a good bad word,

but it didn't sound good to my mother!

- Florence Parry Heide

"Sky Seasoning"

A piece of sky

Broke off and fell

Through the crack in the ceiling

Right into my soup,


I really must state

That I usually hate

Lentil soup, but I ate

Every drop!

Delicious delicious

(A bit like plaster),

But so delicious, goodness sake -

I could have eaten a lentil-soup lake.

It's amazing the difference

A bit of sky can make.

- Shel Silverstein

"What Someone Said When He Was Spanked On the Day Before His Birthday"

Some day

I may

Pack my bag and run away.

Some day

I may.

- But not today.

Some night

I might

Slip away in the moonlight.

I might.

Some night.

- But not tonight.

Some night.

Some day.

I might.

I may.

- But right now I think I’ll stay.

- John Ciardi

"Listen to the Musn'ts"

Listen to the MUSN'TS, child.

Listen to the DON'TS.

Listen to the SHOULDEN'TS


Listen to the NEVER HAVES

Then listen close to me -

Anything can happen, child,

ANYTHING can be.

- Shel Silverstein

"Afternoon on a Hill"

I will be the gladdest thing

Under the sun!

I will touch a hundred flowers

And not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and clouds

With quiet eyes,

Watch the wind bow down the grass,

And the grass rise.

And when lights begin to show

Up from the town,

I will mark which must be mine,

And then start down!

- Edna St. Vincent Millay

"Tired Tim"

Poor tired Tim! It’s sad for him.

He lags the long bright morning through,

Ever so tired of nothing to do;

He moons and mopes the livelong day,

Nothing to think about, nothing to say;

Up to bed with his candle to creep,

Too tired to yawn, too tired to sleep:

Poor tired Tim! It’s sad for him.

- Walter de la Mare

"White Cat Winter"

White cat Winter


the farm,



through withered corn,


along low walls

of stone,

falls asleep

beside the barn.

- Tony Johnston


If sunlight fell like snowflakes,

gleaming yellow and so bright,

we could build a snowman,

we could have a sunball fight,

we could watch the sunflakes

drifting in the sky.

We could go sleighing

in the middle of July

through sundrifts and sunbanks,

we could ride a sunmobile,

and we could touch sunflakes –

I wonder how they’d feel.

- Frank Asch



Such swollen creatures,

Holding their breath

While they swim

Dreamily from

Room to room.

Swaying slightly,

They wander the air-wisps,

Bumping and rubbing along the walls

Until they feel their fat backs

Bob against the ceiling.

Wanting nothing,

They drift and sleep -

Bald as babies,

Smooth moons of blue and red,

Nodding drowsily, spellboud heads.

- Deborah Chandra

"Results and Roses"
The man who wants a garden fair,
Or small or very big,
With flowers growing here and there,
Must bend his back and dig.

The things are mighty few on earth
That wishes can attain,
Whate'er we want of any worth
We've got to work to gain.

It matters not what goal you seek
Its secret here reposes:
You've got to dig from week to week
To get results or roses.
- Edgar Guest

"Last Night I Dreamed of Chickens"

Last night I dreamed of chickens,
there were chickens everywhere,
they were standing on my stomach,
they were nesting in my hair,
they were pecking at my pillow,
they were hopping on my head,
they were ruffling up their feathers as they raced across my bed.

They were on the chairs and tables,
they were on the chandeliers,
they were roosting in the corners,
they were clucking in my ears,
there were chickens, chickens, chickens
for as far as I could see...
when I woke today, I noticed
there were eggs on top of me.
- Jack Prelutsky

"I May, I Might, I Must"
If you will tell me why the fen
appears impassable, I then
will tell you why I think that I
can get across it if I try.
- Marianne Moore

"I Shall Not Pass This Way Again"

Through this toilsome world, alas!
Once and only I shall pass;
If a kindness I may show,
If a good deed I may do
To a suffering fellow man,
Let me do it while I can.
No delay, for it is plain
I shall not pass this way again.
- Anonymous

"It Can Be Done"
The man who misses all the fun
Is he who says, "It can't be done."
In solemn pride he stands aloof
And greets each venture with reproof.
Had he the power he'd efface
The history of the human race;
We'd have no radio or motor cars,
No street lit by electric stars;
No telegraph nor telephone,
We'd linger in the age of stone.
The world would sleep if things were run
By men who say, "It can't be done."
- Author Unknown

Homework! Oh, homework!
I hate you! You stink!
I wish I could wash you
away in the sink,
if only a bomb
would explode you to bits.
Homework! Oh, homework!
You're giving me fits!
I'd rather take baths
with a man-eating shark,
or wrestle a lion
alone in the dark,
eat spinach and liver,
pet ten porcupines,
than tackle the homework
my teacher assigns.
Homework! Oh, homework!
You're last on my list,
I simply can't see
why you even exist,
if you just dissappeared
it would tickle me pink.
Homework! Oh, homework!
I hate you! You stink!
- Jack Prelutsky

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
- Carl Sandburg

"A Foolish Cow"
A foolish cow, declining greens,
ate jumping and vanilla beans.
Now she quivers, now she quakes,
now she gives vanilla shakes.
- Jack Prelutsky


"A Time to Talk"
When a friend calls me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
- Robert Frost

"A Group of Moose"
A group of moose, whose skulls were thick,
attempted some arithmetic.
Of course their efforts were no use,
their minds were but the minds of moose.
Addition was a hopeless act
and likewise, they could not subtract.
Devoid acumen and wit,
they could not multiply a bit.

Division was beyond them too,
they clearly did not have a clue.
Percentages just gave them pains,
and fractions overtaxed their brains.
Those addlepated moose were vexed,
uncomprehending and perplexed.
"We're through with math," they sadly sighed.
"Those numbers had us moostified."
- Jack Prelutsky

"The Parsnip"
The parsnip children, I repeat
Is simply an anemic beet.
Some people call the parsnip edible; 
Myself, I find this claim incredible.
                         - Ogden Nash

The year has turned its circle,
The seasons come and go.
The harvest is all gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.
Orchards have shared their treasures,
The fields, their yellow grain,
So open wide the doorway -
Thanksgiving comes again!


"A Child's Song"
I'm thankful for the sunshine bright,
For rain and for stars at night;
I'm thankful for each flower and tree,
And all the beauty that I see.

I'm grateful for our singing birds
And for my mother's gentle words
I'm grateful for kind friends and true;
Help me to be a good friend, too.
- Alice F. Green

"Experiment Degustatory"

A gourmet challenged me to eat
A tiny bit of rattlesnake meat,
Remarking, "Don't look horror-stricken.
You'll find it tastes a lot like chicken."
It did.
Now chicken I cannot eat
Because it tastes like rattlesnake meat.
                                                 - Ogden Nash

Everyone has a soul,
so way deep inside you.

It's a part
of your heart.

It can go up,
It can go down
but never all the way around!

It's a very special thing,
it can't holler, it can't ring!
It's so silent inside you.

You can't tear it out,
you can't wear it out.
Just make sure you keep it in!
                   - Annabelle Joyce

"Thanksgiving Day"
Brave and high-souled Pilgrims, you who knew no fears,
How your words of thankfulness go ringing down the years;
May we follow after; like you, work and pray,
And with hearts of thankfulness keep
Thanksgiving day.
                         - Annette Wynne

"Day is Done"

We've eaten all our dinner,
prayed our prayers,
wished our wishes.

Now it's time to get to work
and wash up
all the dishes!
       - Lee Bennett Hopkins

"Armistice Day Vision"

I saw a cross upon a hill-
A cross like some weird lily;
It marked a place a soldier lay - 
It made me creepy, chilly.

I saw a time beyond the cross
When men no longer would
Wage war on one another - 
A time of brotherhood.
                      - Alice Crowell Hoffman

"The Crocodile"
How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!

How cheerfully he seems to grin!
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws!
 - Lewis Carroll

"A Pumpkin Seed"
A pumpkin seed's a little thing,
When it is planted in the spring,
But, oh, the fun that it can bring!

At Halloween it turns into 
A pumpkin pie for me and you,
Or a jack-o'-lantern that says "Boo!"
                  - Alice Crowell Hoffman

"Look at That!"
Look at that!
Ghosts lined up
At the Laundromat,
all around the
Each has 
and some
Each one seems to
 think it
to take a spin
in a
washing machine
before the

 - Lillian Moore

"Mother to Son"
Well, son, I'll tell you,
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor - 
But all the time
I'se been climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So, boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on t he steps
"Cause you finds it kinder hard.
Don't you fall now - 
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
-Langston Hughes

"A Shooting Star"
From Ariadne's Crown
Something came flashing down
Over the distant town,
Over the river and sleeping farms;
The planets above seemed to wink
As they watched the traveler sink;
And motherly Earth, I think,
May have folded a little lost star in her arms.
 - Edith M. Thomas

"First Fig"
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - 
It gives a lovely light!
 - Edna St. Vincent Millay

Words, one by one
arrive on empty page
like honored guests.
Ordered thoughts move
Outside the window,
on the sill,
I see the figure of a bird,
sun on its feathers - 
a brownish, medium-sized bird,
I try to wave it away,
but it intrudes more stubbornly.
It has a quizzical look in its eye.
Ignoring its rude presence
I try to compose my lines,
but I feel uneasy
being observed by a brownish, medium-sized bird
with sun on its feathers - 
 - Wimal Dissanayake

"Life's Flow"

Some dads are just like ducks.
Except instead of quacking they say other things.
We are 21st century kids.
We go,
On our phones while dad's quacking,
Quacking at us to do our chores.
Mommy's driving to work,
Stuck in traffic,
But I guess that's just how life flows.
                                                    - Jessica Taubert   

"Chicken Wing"

Chicken wing
Chicken wing
How I love you chicken wing
Scrumptious and nutritious
Isn't that the chicken wing?
 - Caleb Barrett

Some little red squirrels
Live up in a tree
Out in the woodland gay.
They frisk and frolic,
And scamper about,
On each bright autumn day.

But they are not idle;
They're working away,
Busy as they can be,
Filling a storehouse,
For long winter days,
Thrifty and wise, you see.
 - Winifred C. Marshall

October is a gypsy queen
In dress of red and gold.
She sleeps beneath the silver moon
When nights are crisp and cold.

The meadows flame with color now,
Which once were cool and green.
Wild asters and the goldenrod
Bow low to greet their queen.

When she is tripping through the wood
With song so clear and sweet,
The autumn leaves come sifting down,
And rustle 'neath her feet.
          - Winifred C. Marshall

"A New World"
Columbus found a new world
Because he dared to do
A thing that was unheard of - 
A thing that was quite new.

Columbus found a new world
Because he made a start,
Instead of merely pond'ring o'er
The thoughts within his heart.

Columbus found a new world
Because he saw things through - 
And you can find your new world
Precisely that way, too.
                - Alice Crowell Hoffman

"Three Little Ghostesses"
Three little ghost-esses
Sitting on post-esses
Eating buttered toast-esses
Greasing up their wrist-esses
Up to their fist-esses
Oh, what beast-esses
To make such feast-esses!
                               - Anonymous

"Mother's Nerves"
My mother said, "If just once more
I hear you slam that old screen door,
I'll tear out my hair!  I'll dive in the stove!"
I gave it a bang and in she dove.
 - X.J. Kennedy

"Jelly Fish"
Visible, invisible,
a fluctuating charm
an amber-tinted amethyst
inhabits it, your arm
approaches and it open
and it closes; you had meant
to catch it and it quivers;
you abandon your intent.
                         - Marianne Moore


Leaves are changing and

they’re falling;

they’re falling from the


As the breeze blows in

my face, I get

a chill coming

from my face.

I gather the leaves and

raked them up

and when my work is

done I’ll jump in the

Pile that I just raked up.

- Rachael Travers

Does one really live upon the earth?
Not forever on the earth, only for a short time here.
Even jade shatters
Even gold breaks
Even quetzal plumes tear
Not forever on the earth, only a short time here.
             - Fragment of a Nahuatl poem

"Look in a Book"
in a book
and you will see
and magic
and mystery.

in a book
and you will find
and nonsense
of every kind.
in a book
and you will know
the things
that can kelp you grow.
- Ivy O. Eastwick

The most beautiful flowers are roses
They stand in red and pink poses
They dance gracefully in the sunlight
And rest in the starry skies of the night
In the morning they wake to a beautiful sun
Knowing the night is totally done
Again they stand in pink and red poses
Knowing they're the most beautiful roses.
 - Tyler Morrill

"An Autumn Day"
Pumpkins in the cornfields,
Gold among the brown,
Leaves of rust and scarlet
Trembling slowly down;
Birds that travel southward,
Lovely time to play;
Nothing is as pleasant
As an autumn day!
                               - Carmen Lagos Signes

"Some People"
Isn't it strange some people make
You feel all tired inside,
Your thoughts begin to shrivel up 
Like leaves all brown and dried!
But when you're with some other ones,
It's stranger still to find
Your thoughts as thick as fireflies
All shiny in your mind!
         - Rachel Field

"The Purple Cow"
I never saw a purple cow
I never hope to see one
But if I saw one anyhow
I'd rather see than be one!
                - Gillett Burgess

"The Eagle"
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
                        - Alfred, Lord Tennyson


"The Falling Star"
I saw a star slide down the sky,
Blinding the north as it went by,
Too burning and too quick to hold,
Too lovely to be bought or sold,
Good only to make wishes on
And then forever to be gone.
 - Sara Teasdale

"Try, Try, Again"
'Tis a lesson you should heed,
Try, try again;
If at first you don't succeed,
Try, try again;
Then your courage should appear,
For, if you will persevere,
You will conquer, never fear;
Try, try again!
               -T.H. Palmer


"Who Has Seen the Wind?"

Who has seen the wind?
     Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
     The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?
     Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
     The wind is passing by.
                                                 - Christina Rossetti

"Hope is the thing with feathers..."
Hope is the thing with feathers 
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all

And sweetest in the gale is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm
I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea; 
Yet never in extremity,
It asked a crumb or me.
- Emily Dickinson


"How to Eat a Poem"
Don't be polite.
Bite in.
Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that 
may run down your chin.
It is ready and ripe now, whenever you are.

You do not need a knife or fork or spoon
or plate or napkin or tablecloth.

For there is no core
or stem
or rind
or pit
or seed
or skin
to throw away.
                           - Eve Merriam


Cornflake leaves
Beneath the trees - 
Are they breakfast
For the breeze?
       - Thelma Ireland


"Call the Periods Call the Commas"
Call the doctors Call the nurses Give me a breath of
air I've been reading all your stories but the periods
aren't there Call the policeman Call the traffic guards
Give me a STOP sign quick Your sentences are running
when they need a walking stick  Call the commas call
the question marks give me a single clue Tell me
where to breathe with a punctuation mark or two
                   - Kalli Dakos


Some geese fly high;
Some skim low;
Across the sunset,
Ready to go.

When the moon rises
They will flock
Across the face 
Of Autumn's clock.
                  -Eileen Burnett

If you are a dreamer come in.
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar...
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer
If you're a pretender come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin
Come in!
Come in!
               -Shel Silverstein


September's here and so is fall
So welcome children, welcome all!
I hope vacation was real fun
And that you're glad school has begun.
                                       -Aileen Fisher