'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the houseFeatured Shared Story
I remember hearing this poem as a little youngster. I would also read this to my daughter and nephews each year right before Christmas! It is a wonderful poem to share with your family!...
As soon as Wolf began to feel
That he would like a decent meal,
He went and knocked on Grandma's door.
When Grandma opened it, she sawFeatured Shared Story
This is like the second time Riding Hood shot a wolf. These poems are making her crazy dangerous.
A Christmas Story For Children
The littlest Christmas tree
lived in a meadow of green
among a family
of tall evergreens.Featured Shared Story
This poem touched my heart and the story of your beautiful parents behind it... I have only come across it searching online. I will most certainly be reading up on all your other inspiring...
Poem About Hunting With Dad
in Aging Poems
One day my dad was hunting, from his favorite hunting stand;
'Twas a giant Oak with perfect limbs, under which two deer trails ran.
Now this favorite spot of Daddy's was as unique as it could be,
'cause a lightning bolt had burned a giant hole down through that tree.Featured Shared Story
My aging husband, who just turned 70 in October, still takes his grandsons out bowing and hunting ever year. He helps build the tree stands and everything, teaching them the way of the...
Wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me.
Whatever I do, he wants to do,
"Where are you going today?" says Pooh:Featured Shared Story
Well my name is Rahma and my best friend is called Innocent. We have been friends for 10 years now since I was in primary school. He was good at math, and I was great in English. Our...
———A simple Child,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?Featured Shared Story
"When a spouse dies, the one remaining is a widow/widower.
When your parents die, you are an orphan.
There is no name for the parent of a child who has passed."
I have two children. One...
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
And from there those that lifted eyes could countFeatured Shared Story
Wow! I like it! It is wonderful. I like nature and science. It's very interesting.
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;Featured Shared Story
My grandfather, Henry Lorentzen, the pioneer artist of ND, LOVED Robert W. Service and would recite this poem from memory to entertain us grandchildren. He also produced a wonderful painting...
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