41. The Moon
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The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
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The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
Really nice. There's not a much more spectacular site than a full moon, especially on a snow covered landscape.
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Boats sail on the rivers,
And ships sail on the seas;
But clouds that sail across the sky
Are prettier far than these.
My 11-year-old daughter loved this and learned quickly to recite it.
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The birds sing,
Bugs cling,
Butterflies flutter,
Water drips from a gutter.
Great poem on spring. I really enjoyed reading it. I love how you wrote about "birds singing."
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How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
The poem is really relaxing. I smiled as I read; it's just like riding a swing. Simple things like this make life beautiful. And the garden green, the roof so brown, the air so blue.... it's...
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In Winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle light.
In Summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
One of four siblings,
the youngest of course.
Or am I the oldest?
Not really sure.
The sun is shining,
The sky is blue,
The birds are flying,
And the breeze is so cool.
I really like it about future generations and thinking ahead.
On a day like today, please take me away,
From the blowy and blustery weather.
I can't fly a kite or ride my bike,
Because of the blustery weather.
Describes my son in his youth! This name is familiar!
The wind began to blow
And shook the trees
Heads turned up in unison
Witnessing a season of change
I love fall! It's my favorite season. Enjoy! Your poem is lovely.
Peace is...
When you are outside on a nice warm day
With a cold glass of yellow lemonade.
Slurp, slurp, slurp.
Emerges above the land into their peak.
It is the sky they constantly seek.
From the far distance, we won't notice their height.
The cold winter has passed, and now comes spring.
The newly hatched baby birds will cause the mother birds to sing.
The warm sun comes out, little cherry blossoms are in bloom.
Springtime is a great time of joy to every person, girl and boy. The flower buds, the springy smell, are lovely springtime charms. Enjoy!
A robin and a crow were perched upon a fence,
an unlikely combination, but they seemed to be good friends.
Standing in the mid-day sun each on a separate picket,
basking in its rays while staring at a cricket.
Snow white fluff
We've had enough
Gracefully flowing
While it's snowing
Angry piles left by plows
All of the horrays turn into growls!
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How good to lie a little while
And look up through the tree!
The Sky is like a kind big smile
Bent sweetly over me.
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The fisherman goes out at dawn
When every one's abed,
And from the bottom of the sea
Draws up his daily bread.
The way the poet described the life of a fisherman, his continuous effort and sacrifice to stand independent, and the powerful simile used, makes the poem a classic one.
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Allie, call the birds in,
The birds from the sky.
Allie calls, Allie sings,
Down they all fly.
I met Sr. Graves in Deya de Mallorca in 1973. Having visited his home and met his family, he was kind to return the favor by singing this song among others that are of the repertoire of folk...
I jump on to the toboggan,
landing behind my friend.
We ride down the hill,
the sled not lagging an inch
If winter were a person, she would be a girl with frosty hair.
Winter would wear snow pants, snow boots, gloves, a hat, and scarf.
Winter would smell like hot chocolate and peanut butter and Hershey Kiss cookies baking in the oven.
Winter would spend the day eating cookies and drinking hot cocoa by a lake.
A beautiful, inspirational poem Olivia, most impressive for someone only ten years old. Loved it!!!
I followed the moon,
Or did it follow me?
I turned a corner;
It was still there, you see.
I teach second graders about the moon and its phases in our international school. We also study poetry. I think this idea will appeal to young poetry writers who are challenged to come up...