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Timeless Treasures

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  • Poem

    poetry-magazineWhere’s My Moon?

    By Carole Boston Weatherford
    Gazing at the sky, all cloud-strewn
    A child wonders, Where’s my moon?

    Child cries a river like a monsoon…
  • Poem
    By Christina Rossetti
    Brown and furry
    Caterpillar in a hurry,
    Take your walk
    To the shady leaf, or stalk,
    Or what not,
    Which…
  • Poem
    By Ralph Waldo Emerson
    The mountain and the squirrel  
    Had a quarrel;  
    And the former called the latter ‘Little Prig.’
    Bun replied,  
    ‘You are doubtless very big;         
    But all sorts of things and weather  
    Must be taken in together,  
    To make up a year  
    And a sphere.  
    And I think it no disgrace  
    To...
  • Poem
    By Nikki Giovanni
    I always like summer
    best
    you can eat fresh corn
    from daddy's garden
    and okra...
  • Poem
    By Bert Meyers
    Go to sleep my daughter
    go to sleep my son
    once this world was water
    without anyone
  • Poem
    By April Halprin Wayland
    The best clouds in the business
              are right above me
    right now.

    We’re riding in this teal convertible
              those clouds just dozing
              in about forty-nine different shapes
           ...
  • Poem
    By Nikki Grimes
    When my dad walks
    into a room,
    or down
    the street,
    he inches
    up on me
    silent
    as shadow,...
  • Poem
    By Ernest Lawrence Thayer
    The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;
    The score stood four to two with but one inning more to play.
    And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
    A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of...
  • Poem
    By Jane Taylor
    Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
    How I wonder what you are!
    Up above the world so high,
    Like a diamond in the sky.

    When the blazing sun is gone,
    When he nothing shines upon,
    Then you show your little light,...
  • Poem
    By Anonymous
    The first day of Christmas,
    My true love sent to me
    A partridge in a pear tree.

    The second day of Christmas,
    My true love sent to me
    Two turtle doves, and
    A partridge in a pear tree.
    ...
  • Poem
    By Sarah Josepha Hale
    Mary had a little lamb,
    Its fleece was white as snow;
    And everywhere that Mary went
    The lamb was sure to go.

    It followed her to school one day,
    Which was against the rule;
    It made the children laugh and play
    To see a lamb at school.

    And...
  • Poem
    By William Miller
    Wee Willie Winkie
        Rins through the toun,
    Up stairs and doun stairs
        In his nicht-gown,
    Tirling at the window,
        Crying at the lock,
    “Are the weans in their bed,
        For it’s now ten o’clock?
     
    “Hey, Willie Winkie,
        Are ye coming ben?
    The cat’s singing grey...
  • Poem
    By Emily Dickinson
    “Hope” is the thing with feathers -
    That perches in the soul -
    And sings the tune without the words -
    And never stops - at all -

    And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
    And sore must be the storm -
    That...
  • Poem
    By Mother Goose
    Little boy blue,
    Come blow your horn,
    The sheep's in the meadow,
    The cow's in the corn.
    But where is the boy
    Who looks after the sheep?
    He's under a haystack,
    Fast asleep.
  • Poem
    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   
    To stop without a farmhouse near   
    Between the woods...
  • Poem
    By Robert Browning
    Hamelin Town's in Brunswick,
       By famous Hanover city;
    The river Weser, deep and wide,
    Washes its wall on the southern side;
    A pleasanter spot you never spied;
       But, when begins my ditty,
    Almost five hundred years ago,
    To see the...
  • Poem
    By William Blake
    The sun does arise,
    And make happy the skies.
    The merry bells ring
    To welcome the Spring.
    The sky-lark and thrush,
    The birds of the bush,
    Sing louder around,
    To the bells’ cheerful sound. 
    While our sports shall be seen
    On the Ecchoing Green.
     
    Old John, with white hair 
    Does laugh...
  • Poem
    By Mother Goose
    There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile,
    He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;
    He bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse,
    And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
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