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  1. 41. Elaine The Complainer

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    Have you ever known someone who complains a lot? It’s not enjoyable to be around them. This poem teaches children (and all of us) a lesson about what happens when we complain about every little thing. Famous poet Kenn Nesbitt uses humor to write poems for children, but poems like this one are also filled with important life lessons.

    My name is Elaine
    and I like to complain.
    Complaining is all that I do.
    I moan when it’s hot
    and I groan when it’s not.
    I whine when the sky is too blue.

    I fuss that the food
    on my plate must be chewed.
    I whimper whenever I clean.
    I frequently fret
    if my bath gets me wet.
    I gripe if the grass is too green.

    I act like my brain
    is in terrible pain
    when people are being polite.
    But then, if they’re rude,
    it will ruin my mood;
    I’ll grumble and mumble all night.

    But though I delight
    in complaining all night,
    there’s one thing I simply can’t see.
    I don’t understand
    (since I’m clearly so grand)
    why people complain about me.


    “Elaine the Complainer” copyright © 2021 Kenn Nesbitt. All Rights Reserved. Reprinted by permission of the author. www.poetry4kids.com

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  3. 42. The Shut-Eye Train

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    This famous whimsical poem by Eugene Field (1850-1895) is the perfect children’s poem to read at bedtime. The descriptive language of this fantastical train ride transports readers from reality to a land of imagination as they drift off to sleep.

    Come, my little one, with me!
    There are wondrous sights to see
    As the evening shadows fall;
    In your pretty cap and gown,
    Don't detain
    The Shut-Eye train -
    "Ting-a-ling!" the bell it goeth,
    "Toot-toot!" the whistle bloweth,
    And we hear the warning call:
    "All aboard for Shut-Eye Town!"

    Over hill and over plain
    Soon will speed the Shut-Eye train!
    Through the blue where bloom the stars
    And the Mother Moon looks down
    We'll away
    To land of Fay -
    Oh, the sights that we shall see there!
    Come, my little one, with me there -
    'T is a goodly train of cars -
    All aboard for Shut-Eye Town!

    Swifter than a wild bird's flight,
    Through the realms of fleecy light
    We shall speed and speed away!
    Let the Night in envy frown -
    What care we
    How wroth she be!
    To the Balow-land above us,
    To the Balow-folk who love us,
    Let us hasten while we may -
    All aboard for Shut-Eye Town!

    Shut-Eye Town is passing fair -
    Golden dreams await us there;
    We shall dream those dreams, my dear,
    Till the Mother Moon goes down -
    See unfold
    Delights untold!
    And in those mysterious places
    We shall see beloved faces
    And beloved voices hear
    In the grace of Shut-Eye Town.

    Heavy are your eyes, my sweet,
    Weary are your little feet -
    Nestle closer up to me
    In your pretty cap and gown;
    Don't detain
    The Shut-Eye train!
    "Ting-a-ling!" the bell it goeth,
    "Toot-toot!" the whistle bloweth
    Oh, the sights that we shall see!
    All aboard for Shut-Eye Town!

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  5. 43. Theme In Yellow

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    Carl Sandburg was an American poet who lived from 1878-1967. This poem captures the beauty and fun of fall from the perspective of a pumpkin. Halloween can be a spooky holiday, but this poem brings attention to the harmless activity of searching for the right pumpkin with children and then carving a funny face on it for Halloween night.

    I spot the hills
    With yellow balls in autumn.
    I light the prairie cornfields
    Orange and tawny gold clusters
    And I am called pumpkins.
    On the last of October
    When dusk is fallen
    Children join hands
    And circle round me
    Singing ghost songs
    And love to the harvest moon;
    I am a jack-o’-lantern
    With terrible teeth
    And the children know
    I am fooling.

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  6. 44. Allie

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    Robert Graves lived from 1895-1985, and he fought in the First World War. His name is engraved on a stone at Westminster Abbey as a commemoration of being a Great War poet. In this poem, Allie is asked to call in the animals and children, all of which come running as she calls and sings.

    Allie, call the birds in,
      The birds from the sky.
    Allie calls, Allie sings,
      Down they all fly.
    First there came
    Two white doves
      Then a sparrow from his nest,
    Then a clucking bantam hen,
      Then a robin red-breast.

    Allie, call the beasts in,
      The beasts, every one.
    Allie calls, Allie sings,
      In they all run.
    First there came
    Two black lambs,
      Then a grunting Berkshire sow,
    Then a dog without a tail,
      Then a red and white cow.

    Allie, call the fish up,
      The fish from the stream.
    Allie calls, Allie sings,
      Up they all swim.
    First there came
    Two gold fish,
      A minnow and a miller's thumb,
    Then a pair of loving trout,
      Then the twisted eels come.

    Allie, call the children,
      Children from the green.
    Allie calls, Allie sings,
      Soon they run in.
    First there came
    Tom and Madge,
      Kate and I who'll not forget
    How we played by the water's edge
      Till the April sun set.

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  7. 45. Fierce Adventures

    • By Annette Wynne

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    "Fierce Adventures" by Annette Wynne is a delightful poem that captures the imaginative world of a young boy and girl as they embark on daring escapades in their play. Through vivid imagery and playful language, the poet portrays a castle, pirate boat, and robbers, highlighting the excitement and creativity of childhood. The poem celebrates the joy of make-believe and the magic of turning ordinary objects into extraordinary elements of thrilling quests.

    Between the bookcase and the wall
    'Is raised a castle, gray and tall,
    The desk top is a wooden moat,
    The rocking chair's a pirate boat,—
    My little boy, turned six to-day,
    Has fierce adventures in his play.

    My little maid goes venturing, too,
    O bold grim robbers—what a crew!
    She helps to take the gold—but then
    She hurries back to home again
    For she must set the things for tea
    With beautiful house-wifery.

    The table's set upon the floor,
        The pirate marches in,
    And eats and eats and asks for more
        With true piratic din.

    O ye who never knew the life
    Of dragon-hunting, golden strife
    Of pirates on a windy sea
    Returning meekly home for tea;
    Who never heard the black knight's call—
    I fear ye have not lived at all!

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  8. 46. I Love These Days

    • By Annette Wynne

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    "I Love These Days" by Annette Wynne captures the joy and delight of autumn when the leaves are falling. Through vivid imagery, Wynne captures the sound of falling leaves as they crunch beneath the speaker's feet and the curiosity of playful squirrels. The poem also symbolizes the passage of time, contrasting the innocent, carefree afternoon with the approaching darkness, showcasing nature's comforting embrace in the gentle fall of leaves

    I love these days when autumn leaves
        Are falling everywhere around,
    And I can tread among the sheaves,
        And hear the crispy, crunchy sound.

    I leave my dolly safe at home,
        And climb the old gray orchard wall;
    The squirrels spy me where I roam,
        And scamper to the treetops tall.

    And O, it is a pleasant thing
        To listen for the happy sound,
    Each little leaflet tries to sing,
        That rustles softly to the ground.

    And so I spend the afternoon,
        And watch the leaves go floating by
    Till Mother comes to say that soon
        The dark will come into the sky.

    I know when stars are overhead,
        The leaves all gather in a heap,
    And while I lie quite warm in bed,
        They snuggle close and go to sleep.

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  9. 47. Daisies

    • By Frank Dempster Sherman

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    Daisies by Frank Dempster Sherman (1860 -1916) is a whimsical poem that compares stars to little white daisies in the night sky. The speaker envisions the Moon as a lady who collects these celestial flowers, leaving none in the morning sky. It captures the enchantment of nature and dreams in a delightful and imaginative way.

    At evening when I go to bed
    I see the stars shine overhead;
    They are the little daisies white
    That dot the meadow of the Night.

    And often while I'm dreaming so,
    Across the sky the Moon will go;
    It is a lady, sweet and fair,
    Who comes to gather daisies there.

    For, when at morning I arise,
    There's not a star left in the skies;
    She's picked them all and dropped them down
    Into the meadows of the town.

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  10. 48. To A Bird

    • By Annette Wynne

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    In "To a Bird" by Annette Wynne, the poet addresses a bird with admiration for its innate knowledge of the world. The poet marvels at the bird's navigational skills, its familiarity with various landscapes, and its expertise in nest-building. This short poem encapsulates the contrast between human scholarship and the bird's intuitive wisdom, underscoring the idea that nature's creatures possess insights that transcend human learning. The poem employs imagery and personification to create a sense of wonder and humility in the face of nature's mysteries.

    O bird that darts now low, now high,
    You know the streets across the sky;
    You know where leafy lanes lie deep
    And quiet nooks to go to sleep;
    You know the place to build a nest,
    What twigs to use, what shape is best;
    I wonder how you found things out
    That scholars never know about;
    I've studied large books through and through,
    But never can be wise as you!

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  11. 49. Foreign Lands

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    Foreign Lands by Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 -1894) takes us on a journey through the eyes of a young child climbing a cherry tree. From this elevated perspective, the child discovers the wonders of unfamiliar landscapes and sights. The neighboring garden, the flowing river, and the bustling roads leading to town all unfold before the child's curious gaze. The longing for greater heights symbolizes a yearning for broader experiences and a desire to explore the world. The poem evokes a sense of enchantment and imagination, depicting a realm where rivers meet the sea and roads lead to magical realms where playthings come alive.

    Up into the cherry tree
    Who should climb but little me?
    I held the trunk with both my hands
    And looked abroad on foreign lands.

    I saw the next door garden lie,
    Adorned with flowers, before my eye,
    And many pleasant places more
    That I had never seen before.

    I saw the dimpling river pass
    And be the sky's blue looking-glass;
    The dusty roads go up and down
    With people tramping in to town.

    If I could find a higher tree,
    Farther and farther I should see,
    To where the grown-up river slips
    Into the sea among the ships;

    To where the roads on either hand
    Lead onward into fairy land,
    Where all the children dine at five,
    And all the playthings come alive.

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  12. 50. Let Me Out Of The Class

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    Some students don’t enjoy being in school. They would like to be practically anywhere else. However, there are still some places that make the classroom not seem so bad. What is worse than being in school? Famous poet Kenn Nesbitt always knows how to make his readers laugh with his humorous children’s poetry.

    (sing to the tune of "Take Me Out to the Ball Game")

    Let me out of the classroom.
    Let me out of the school.
    I’m not so good at geography.
    I would rather be watching T.V.

    It’s still twenty minutes till recess.
    Lunch is hours away.
    Won’t you please, please, please get me out
    of the class today?

    Someone’s here with a note now.
    Teacher’s calling my name.
    He says my mother is right outside.
    I should go and she’ll give me a ride

    to my yearly dentist appointment.
    I forgot it’s today!
    Teacher please, please, please help me out.
    Won’t you let me stay?

    “Let Me Out of the Classroom” copyright © 2007 Kenn Nesbitt. All Rights Reserved. Published in Revenge of the Lunch Ladies. Reprinted by permission of the author. www.poetry4kids.com

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  13. 51. Springy Sidewalk

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    What would happen if a different type of cement were to be used on sidewalks? In this amusing poem by former Children’s Poet Laureate Kenn Nesbitt, we find out the silliness that would be sure to ensue. Kenn Nesbitt’s poems have been used in hundreds of school textbooks around the world.

    The people outside on the sidewalk
    can’t seem to remain on the ground.
    They’re jumping and hopping and springing,
    and generally bouncing around.

    I’ve never seen anything like it.
    It’s such an unusual scene,
    as if they have springs in their sneakers,
    or bounce on a big trampoline.

    I think I know what may have happened
    that caused this chaotic event:
    Last week they replaced our old sidewalk
    with one made of rubber cement!

    “Springy Sidewalk” copyright © 2021 Kenn Nesbitt. All Rights Reserved. Published in The Aliens Have Landed at Our School. Reprinted by permission of the author. www.poetry4kids.com

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  14. 52. The Sunshine Has A Pleasant Way

    • By Annette Wynne

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    In "The Sunshine Has A Pleasant Way" by Annette Wynne, the poet beautifully captures the uplifting and transformative power of sunlight. Through vivid imagery and a gentle rhythm, the poem portrays the sun as a source of warmth, illumination, and joy. Wynne personifies the sun, describing its ability to brighten not only the physical environment but also the faces and spirits of people. The poem expresses gratitude for the presence of sunshine, highlighting its role in inspiring productivity, happiness, and a sense of purpose. With its positive and optimistic tone, the poem encourages appreciation for the simple yet profound pleasures that sunlight brings, and the motivation it instills to embrace life with enthusiasm and dedication

    The sunshine has a pleasant way
    Of shining on us all the day,
    It makes the little window bright,
    And fills the room with pretty light.

    It goes into the garden bed,
    And shines on every flower head;
    It warms each leaf and bud and seed
    Till all the world is glad, indeed.

    It creeps into the children's faces
    And climbs into the highest places,
    It makes me want to work and sing
    And do my best in everything.

    I'm glad the sunshine comes each day
    To help me work and laugh and play;
    To keep the little window bright
    And fill the room with pretty light.

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  15. 53. I Can't Wait For Summer

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    Children eagerly anticipate summer vacation. There are so many fun things to fill their time during those months. Waiting for summer can be difficult, especially when the school year has just begun. Poems written by former Children’s Poet Laureate Kenn Nesbitt have been used in hundreds of school textbooks around the world.

    I can’t wait for summer, when school days are done,
    to spend the days playing outside in the sun.
    I won’t have to study. No homework, no tests.
    Just afternoons spent on adventures and quests.
    Instead of mathematics and writing reports,
    I’ll go to the park and play summertime sports.
    Instead of assignments, report cards, and grades,
    I’ll get to play baseball and watch the parades.
    I’ll swing on the playground. I’ll swim in the pool
    instead of just practicing lessons in school.
    The second the school year is finally done
    I’ll spend every minute with friends having fun.
    I hardly can wait for the end of the year.
    I’m counting the days until summer is here.
    It’s hard to be patient. It’s hard to be cool.
    It’s hard to believe it’s the first day of school.

    “I Can’t Wait for Summer” copyright © 2005 Kenn Nesbitt. All Rights Reserved. Published in When the Teacher Isn’t Looking. Reprinted by permission of the author. www.poetry4kids.com

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  16. 54. The Little Plant

    • By Kate Brown

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    "The Little Plant" by Kate Brown is a captivating poem that celebrates the wonder of nature's awakening. Through personification and vivid imagery, the poet takes us on a journey as a dormant seed transforms into a vibrant plant, responding to the calls of sunshine and raindrops. This beautifully crafted piece evokes a sense of life's innate resilience and the magic of growth in the natural world.

    In the heart of a seed,
        Buried deep, so deep,
    A dear little plant
        Lay fast asleep.

    "Wake!" said the sunshine,
        "And creep to the light."
    "Wake!" said the voice
        Of the raindrops bright.

    The little plant heard,
        And it rose to see
    What the wonderful
        Outside world might be.

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  17. 55. The Sugar-Plum Tree

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    “The Sugar-Plum Tree” is a perfect “bedtime story” for children about sweet treats that make up an imaginary town. Eugene Field (1850-1895) wrote “Funny Fancies,” a humorous column for the St. Louis Journal. He also became known as the “Poet of Childhood” because of his children’s poetry.

    Have you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree?
    'Tis a marvel of great renown!
    It blooms on the shore of the Lollypop sea
    In the garden of Shut-Eye Town;
    The fruit that it bears is so wondrously sweet
    (As those who have tasted it say)
    That good little children have only to eat
    Of that fruit to be happy next day.

    When you've got to the tree, you would have a hard time
    To capture the fruit which I sing;
    The tree is so tall that no person could climb
    To the boughs where the sugar-plums swing!
    But up in that tree sits a chocolate cat,
    And a gingerbread dog prowls below -
    And this is the way you contrive to get at
    Those sugar-plums tempting you so:

    You say but the word to that gingerbread dog
    And he barks with such terrible zest
    That the chocolate cat is at once all agog,
    As her swelling proportions attest.
    And the chocolate cat goes cavorting around
    From this leafy limb unto that,
    And the sugar-plums tumble, of course, to the ground -
    Hurrah for that chocolate cat!

    There are marshmallows, gumdrops, and peppermint canes,
    With stripings of scarlet or gold,
    And you carry away of the treasure that rains,
    As much as your apron can hold!
    So come, little child, cuddle closer to me
    In your dainty white nightcap and gown,
    And I'll rock you away to that Sugar-Plum Tree
    In the garden of Shut-Eye Town.

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  18. 56. Over In The Meadow

    • By Olive A. Wadsworth

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    "Over in the Meadow" is a classic children's poem written by Olive A. Wadsworth. The poem describes the different animals and their young living in their natural habitats, and the interaction between the mothers and their offspring. It is a charming and educational poem that can be enjoyed by children and adults alike

    Over in the meadow,
        In the sand, in the sun,
    Lived an old mother toad
        And her little toadie one.
    "Wink!" said the mother;
        "I wink," said the one;
    So she winked and she blinked
        In the sand, in the sun.

    Over in the meadow,
        Where the stream runs blue,
    Lived an old mother fish
        And her little fishes two.
    "Swim!" said the mother;
        "We swim," said the two;
    So they swam and they leaped
        Where the stream runs blue.

    Over in the meadow,
        In a hole in a tree,
    Lived a mother bluebird
        And her little birdies three.
    "Sing!" said the mother;
        "We sing," said the three;
    So they sang and were glad
        In the hole in the tree.

    Over in the meadow,
        In a snug beehive,
    Lived a mother honeybee
        And her little honeys five.
    "Buzz!" said the mother;
        "We buzz," said the five;
    So they buzzed and they hummed
        In the snug beehive.

    Over in the meadow,
        Where the clear pools shine,
    Lived a green mother frog,
        And her little froggies nine.
    "Croak!" said the mother;
        "We croak," said the nine;
    So they croaked and they splashed
        Where the clear pools shine.

    Over in the meadow,
        In a sly little den,
    Lived a gray mother spider
        And her little spiders ten.
    "Spin!" said the mother;
        "We spin," said the ten;
    So they spun lace webs
        In their sly little den.

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  19. 57. Nest Eggs

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    Birds flutter and quarrel in the laurel tent, where a brown nest cradles four blue eggs. We watch as the mother diligently keeps them warm, ensuring the safety of her tiny babies. Soon, the eggs will hatch, filling the April woods with joyful songs. The young birds will take flight, while we, older and wiser, continue our earthly journey. Though we may speak wisely, we must accept our limitations, walking while they soar high above in the beech tree's embrace. Stevenson's "Nest Eggs" captures the fleeting beauty of nature and reminds us of the cycles of life.

    Birds all the sunny day
        Flutter and quarrel
    Here in the arbour-like
        Tent of the laurel.

    Here in the fork
        The brown nest is seated;
    Four little blue eggs
        The mother keeps heated.

    While we stand watching her
        Staring like gabies,
    Safe in each egg are the
        Bird's little babies.

    Soon the frail eggs they shall
        Chip, and upspringing
    Make all the April woods
        Merry with singing.

    Younger than we are,
        O children, and frailer,
    Soon in blue air they'll be,
        Singer and sailor.

    We, so much older,
        Taller and stronger,
    We shall look down on the
        Birdies no longer.

    They shall go flying
        With musical speeches
    High over head in the
        Tops of the beeches.

    In spite of our wisdom
        And sensible talking,
    We on our feet must go
        Plodding and walking.

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  20. 58. Maggie And Milly And Molly And May

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    Just like other poems by E.E. Cummings (1894-1962), standard punctuation and capitalization rules are not followed in this poem. While at the surface, this can be a lighthearted poem about four children playing on the beach, there is a much deeper meaning about who we are as people. Just like the girls in this poem, when we step out into nature, we are bound to find new things and learn new things about ourselves. This poem is lyrical, and the alliteration of each girl’s name beginning with “m” adds to the rhythm.

    maggie and milly and molly and may
    went down to the beach(to play one day)

    and maggie discovered a shell that sang
    so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and

    milly befriended a stranded star
    whose rays five languid fingers were;

    and molly was chased by a horrible thing
    which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

    may came home with a smooth round stone
    as small as a world and as large as alone.

    For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
    it’s always ourselves we find in the sea

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  21. 59. The Tree Outside

    • By Annette Wynne

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    In "The Tree Outside" by Annette Wynne, poetic techniques like personification bring the tree to life. The tree is described as standing "straight and tall" and never resting, creating an image of resilience. The tree's role in protecting the bird nests is highlighted through this personification, emphasizing its loving and caring nature. The poem beautifully captures the enduring strength and kindness of nature, forging a heartfelt connection between the reader and this steadfast tree.

    The tree outside stands straight and tall
    And never can lie down at all;
    For if it once should take a rest,
    I fear for each small swinging nest;
    And so untiredly it stands
    And holds up in its leafy hands
    The little nests; and soon and late
    I bless my good tree, tall and straight,
    I bless its kind strong loving arms,
    That hold the birds and nests from harms,
    It never does grow tired at all,
    I love you, Tree, straight, kind, and tall.

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  22. 60. The Oak And The Rose

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    In "The Oak and the Rose" by Shel Silverstein, the poet uses personification to portray the conversation between an oak tree and a rosebush. The oak tree and rosebush initially engage in casual conversations about the elements of nature. However, as the oak tree grows taller and starts experiencing grander things like eagles, mountain peaks, and the sky, the rosebush becomes resentful and accuses the oak tree of thinking highly of itself. The rosebush expresses frustration that the oak tree no longer engages in "flower talk" now that it has grown so tall. In response, the oak tree explains that it hasn't grown so much but that the rosebush has remained small in comparison. The poem's concise and playful language highlights the contrasting perspectives of the oak tree and the rosebush, showcasing themes of growth, perspective, and self-importance.

    An oak tree and a rosebush grew,
    Young and green together,
    Talking the talk of growing things-
    Wind and water and weather.
    And while the rosebush sweetly bloomed
    The oak tree grew so high
    That now it spoke of newer things-
    Eagles, mountain peaks and sky.
    'I guess you think you're pretty great,'
    The rose was heard to cry,
    Screaming as loud as it possibly could
    To the treetop in the sky.
    'And now you have no time for flower talk,
    Now that you've grown so tall.'
    'It's not so much that I've grown,' said the tree,
    'It's just that you've stayed so small.'

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