author unknown I often sit and wish that I Could be a kite up in the sky, And ride upon the breeze and go Whichever way I chanced to blow. by Christina Rossetti Who has seen the wind? Neither...
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer...
Something Told the Wild Geese
> by Rachel Field > > Something told the wild geese It was time to go. > > Though the fields lay golden > > Something whispered---"Snow." Leaves were green and stirring, Berries, > luster-glossed,...
June!
> by Aileen Fisher > > My shoes are off and my socks are showing\... > > My socks are off \... Do you know how I'm going? BAREFOOT! > as my eyes search the prairie I feel the summer in the...
Christmas in the Little House
from Little House in the Big Woods by Laura Ingalls Wilder pictures by Garth Williams More than a hundred years ago, a little girl named Laura lived in a log house at the edge of a great forest in...
Daddy Fell into the Pond
by Alfred Noyes Everyone grumbled. The sky was gray. We had nothing to do and nothing to say. We were nearing the end of a dismal day, And there seemed to be nothing beyond, THEN Daddy fell into...
Mummy Slept Late and Daddy Fixed Breakfast
by John Ciardi Daddy fixed the breakfast. He made us each a waffle. It looked like gravel pudding. It tasted something awful. "Ha, ha," he said, "I'll try again. This time I'll get it right."...
Pippi Goes to the Circus from Pippi Longstocking by Astrid
Lindgren translated from the Swedish by Florence Lamborn Way out at the end of a tiny little town was an old overgrown garden, and in the garden was an old house, and in the house lived Pippi...
Sing a Song of Subways
by Eve Merriam Sing a song of subways, Never see the sun; Four-and-twenty people In room for one. When the doors are opened--- Everybody run. Rudolph Is Tired of the City by Gwendolyn Brooks ...
J’s the Jumping Jay-Walker
by Phyllis McGinley J's the jumping Jay-walker, A sort of human jeep. He crosses where the lights are red. Before he looks, he'll leap! Then many a wheel Begins to squeal, And many a brake to...
