21. Free To Be You!
I see you there, hiding in the dark.
Don't be afraid, I am here to help.
Look closely, don't you know me?
You see how I walk and talk; I am Unique!
I see you there, hiding in the dark.
Don't be afraid, I am here to help.
Look closely, don't you know me?
You see how I walk and talk; I am Unique!
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Famous Poem
Lester was given a magic wish
By the goblin who lives in the banyan tree,
And with his wish he wished for two more wishes-
So now instead of just one wish, he cleverly had three.
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Famous Poem
Listen to the MUSTN'TS, child,
Listen to the DON'TS
Listen to the SHOULDN'TS
The IMPOSSIBLES, the WONT'S
I love this poem because I have been writing love letters to my two teenagers and eight year old for fifteen years reminding them of what they shouldn't.
I found a penny upon the walk.
A rich boy I am...that was my thought.
The things I can buy at the store...
Hello, I hope this reaches Mr. Hollingsworth. At the school my children attend, here in Indiana, each child gets up in front of the whole school once per year during their chapel time to...
Famous Poem
Each new little day slips out of my hand,
And then with another new day I stand;
But soon that is gone and folded away—
I wish I might keep forever one day!
Here's a rant
About the tiny ant.
We see them parade in an orderly line,
I remember when I was small and cool,
I was always playing truant from school.
My mum used to say,
"You'll regret it one day
It's only now that I'm older I realise my school years were the best days of my life. If only I could turn back time.
A daydream
A world of extreme
A fantasy place
Or even outer space
I just got off the phone with my mom, and this poem made me smile
They pick on you
Play tricks on you
They talk behind your back
A hundred whispers to your one
“Leave this town,”
my mother said
These three words
live in my head
The poem "Mother" is lyrical, inspiring, and guiding, written in common diction in which the poet as the central character acts upon his mother's voice as the world is wide and staying only...
A winter’s tree
is just like me
forgetting what
it used to be
Benny the bear was bare of all hair
And barely could bear being hairless.
He felt rather silly (and a little bit chilly)
And wished that the hairy bears stared less.
It’s hard to listen,
hard to stop thinking
about what I want to say,
hard to stop searching