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Winter and Spring
Cruel winter froze the stream,
Made all things hard with ice and snow.
The creatures shivered, the flowers died,
Nothing could live, and nothing could grow.
Then came summer’s kindly warmth,
The sun shone down with love and light.
The hard ice cracked and melted away
And life bloomed again in colors bright.
Out in the bay, there’s a lighthouse,
On an island of rock on its own.
The mighty waves buffet its boulders
And the winds howl around it and moan.
But so firmly it stands on the granite,
Undaunted by wind or by sea,
And its bright beam sweeps through the stormy night
To bring the ships safe to the quay.
How Beautiful the World Is
How beautiful the world is,
How blue the sky above,
How green the grass in the morning dew,
How musical the dove.
Eyes to see the colors bright,
Ears for music of delight,
Nose to smell the fragrant rose,
Skin to feel the breeze that blows.
How beautiful the world is,
How blue the sky above,
God is there in all creation
Flowing forth in light and love.
Deep in the kingdom, there spreads a great forest,
Deep in the forest, a mountain soars high;
Deep in the mountain a high vaulted cavern,
Secret and solemn, where fools may not pry.
Deep in the cavern, there stands a great granite,
Solid and silent and strong as the earth;
Deep in the granite there glistens and gleams
A radiant jewel of wondrous worth.
The Little Brown Bulb
The little brown bulb lies quiet and warm,
Sheltered from wind and sheltered from the storm.
“Awake, Little Bulb,” call the rain and the sun,
“Wake and unfold
Your green and your gold,
For winter is done.
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I walk through the long schoolroom questioning;
A kind old nun in a white hood replies;
The children learn to cipher and to sing,
To study reading-books and history,
To cut and sew, be neat in everything
In the best modern way—the children’s eyes
In momentary wonder stare upon
A sixty-year-old smiling public man.
I dream of a Ledaean body, bent
Above a sinking fire, a tale that she
Told of a harsh reproof, or trivial event
That changed some childish day to tragedy—
Told, and it seemed that our two natures blent
Into a sphere from youthful sympathy,
Or else, to alter Plato’s parable,
Into the yolk and white of the one shell.
And thinking of that fit of grief or rage
I look upon one child or t’other there
And wonder if she stood so at that age—
For even daughters of the swan can share
Something of every paddler’s heritage—
And had that colour upon cheek or hair,
And thereupon my heart is driven wild:
She stands before me as a living child.
Her present image floats into the mind—
Did Quattrocento finger fashion it
Hollow of cheek as though it drank the wind
And took a mess of shadows for its meat?
And I though never of Ledaean kind
Had pretty plumage once—enough of that,
Better to smile on all that smile, and show
There is a comfortable kind of old scarecrow.
What youthful mother, a shape upon her lap
Honey of generation had betrayed,
And that must sleep, shriek, struggle to escape
As recollection or the drug decide,
Would think her son, did she but see that shape
With sixty or more winters on its head,
A compensation for the pang of his birth,
Or the uncertainty of his setting forth?
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Who tried to use the elephant-
No! No! I mean an elephone
Who tried to use the telephone-
(Dear me! I am not certain quite
That even now I’ve got it right.)
Howe’er it was, he got his trunk
Entangled in the telephunk;
The more he tried to get it free,
The louder buzzed the telephee-
(I fear I’d better drop the song
Of elephop and telephong!)
Be Careful What You Wish For
Arnie the apple hung from a tree
in an orchard a mile wide.
And every day the pickers would come
and haul dozens of apples inside.
They’d pick the prettiest of the bunch,
filling their baskets and pails.
But they always passed by Arnie,
ignoring his whines and wails.
“Please pick me!”, Arnie would cry
each time the pickers sauntered by.
“I want to go inside with you!”,
cried Arnie till he turned bright blue.
But the pickers ignored him day after day,
while Arnie hung there in dismay,
trying to nurse his shattered pride,
dying to be picked to be taken inside.
Each new dawn he’d do a trick
like spinning around on his twig.
But the picky pickers never stopped
for apples that weren’t big
or juicy or red or bright or sweet.
Poor Arnie was none of these things.
He wasn’t completely quite full grown
and he had some nicks and dings.
He dreamed what it was like inside;
lights and music all around.
Arnie just wanted to go there so badly
he flung himself to the ground.
The next day the pickers came along
and saw him lying there.
They took him inside and Arnie thought,
“This is it! I’m finally there!”
But when Arnie the Apple looked around
he realized his dreams were false,
’cause in less than 15 minutes
he was Arnie Applesauce.
The Hippo Hop Dance
~ By Artie Knapp
The sun was blazing that day
As my friends and I walked along.
Then we heard the sound,
Oh that beat, to a great, great song.
It was the day of the Hippo Hop Dance,
That we learned comes once a year.
And no matter who they were,
They just knew, that they had to be there.
Hippos were everywhere; they were jumping,
They were moving their feet.
They threw their hands, up in the air,
Just grooving to the beat!
That safari turned out to be,
Much more than we could hope.
It’s not often, that one sees,
Hippos dancing and jumping rope.
People ask, where’s the photos?
For a tradition so long and proud.
And I am quick, to let them know,
That no cameras were allowed.
The First Tooth
~Charles and Mary Lamb
Through the house what busy joy,
Just because the infant boy
Has a tiny tooth to show!
I have got a double row,
All as white, and all as small;
Yet no one cares for mine at all.
He can say but half a word,
Yet that single sound’s preferred
To all the words that I can say
In the longest summer day.
He cannot walk, yet if he put
With mimic motion out his foot,
As if he thought he were advancing,
It’s prized more than my best dancing.
Pussy Cat, pussy cat
“Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?”
“I’ve been to London to look at the queen”.
“Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you do there?”
“I frightened a little mouse under her chair”