I wonder if I’ll ever know about everything in my world. I ask about the things that puzzle me. I learn some new thing every day. Still I wonder. I write poems that tell about the things that are…
by X. J. Kennedy Tooth Fairy, hear! Tonight’s the night I’ve dreamed about for ages, For haven’t we kids got a right To rake in living wages? I’ve tried to work my back teeth loose, Tied…
> from The Cry of the Crow by Jean Craighead George Mandy Tressel awakes to the sound of gun blasts. Her father or older brothers, Jack and Carver, must be hunting crows in Piney Woods. Even…
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