A Day On The Farm, 1890
"Cock-a-doodle-doo!" I heard.
I really hate that lousy bird!
I got home late from Betty Lou's,
But now I've got my chores to do.
"Cock-a-doodle-doo!" I heard.
I really hate that lousy bird!
I got home late from Betty Lou's,
But now I've got my chores to do.
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Five little stars were twinkling,
Bright like never before.
One little star burned up -
Now there were only four.
I really enjoyed this poem...it was simple but was very good for children.
A book is not a window
nor is it a magical key
a book’s not a path
through a mountain
The child knows best...
A book's a story waiting to be read
Taking one to where their feet never tread
Be it fact or fiction whatever's told
It's a mystery about to unfold.
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Above huge hills if ever I could rise,
Beyond the gravity as Iron Man flies.
Climbing and hanging if towers I could touch,
Dashing as the Spider-Man, if fingers were such.
As a young child, I dreamt of being Superman. For me, other superhero could match him. I'm retired, but if I were still teaching, this would be an ideal fun poem with plenty to discuss in the...
He’s coming! He’s coming!
Santa Claus is on his sleigh!
He’s coming! He’s coming!
Magic reindeer – up and away!
Wooden door; wide and creaky.
Sculking cat; snide and sneaky.
Skeletons; cold and clanky.
Madame Witch; old and cranky.
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Silver moon and golden stars
Are watching over us from afar.
While we rest in our beds,
As a small child I fancied to sail
By ocean to a land of fairy tales,
Camp in a field with Little Red Riding Hood.
Dazzling stars would fire at the Big Bad Wolf.
I told my mom there is a monster under my bed,
and she tells me it's all in my head.
What about the one coming through my wall?
Or the one I hear stomping down the hall?
The warmth of the sun,
Faces all aglow.
It's time for summer fun
As the happy faces show.