By Carole Boston Weatherford
Big and bold now, write your name.
Draw an arrow, then take aim
at a puffy heart: "Kim loves Kyle."
Doodling…
Draw an arrow, then take aim
at a puffy heart: "Kim loves Kyle."
Doodling…
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- By Nikki GiovanniI always like summer
best
you can eat fresh corn
from daddy's garden
and okra... - By Robert FrostSpades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.
I make a great noise
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.
But the mountains I raise
Elude my embrace,
Flowing over my arms
And into my face.
I may load and... - By Darren SardelliRecess! Oh, Recess!
We love you! You rule!
You keep us away
from the teachers in school.
Your swings are refreshing.
Your slides are the best.
You give us a break
from a really hard test.
Recess! Oh, Recess!
We want you to know,
you’re sweeter than syrup,
you’re special like... - By Eloise GreenfieldIt takes more than a wish
to catch a fish
you take the hook
you add the bait
you concentrate
and then you wait
you wait you wait
but not a bite
the fish don’t have
an appetite
so tell them what
good bait you’ve got
and how your bait
can... - By Joan Bransfield GrahamDivide
the year
into seasons,
four,
subtract
the snow then
add
some more
green,
a bud,
a breeze,
a whispering
behind
the trees,
and here
beneath the
rain-scrubbed
sky
orange poppies
multiply. - By Ernest Lawrence ThayerThe 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... - By Joyce KilmerI think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in... - By John BerrymanWhat is the boy now, who has lost his ball.
What, what is he to do? I saw it go
Merrily bouncing, down the street, and then
Merrily over—there it is in the water!
No use to say 'O there are other balls':
An ultimate... - By Emily DickinsonA Bird, came down the Walk -
He did not know I saw -
He bit an Angle Worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,
And then, he drank a Dew
From a convenient Grass -
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall
To let a... - By Nancy Bo FloodThe bleachers are packed full.
Everyone’s watching.
What if I fall?
What if my time is too slow?
One more rider, then
me.
"Next rider up!"
I click my tongue,
push my boots hard in the stirrups,
heels down.
My hands are sweaty,
but I hold the reins right.
Ready, girl.
Ride!
I bust... - By Sara HolbrookWe practiced together,
sweat and stained.
We pummeled each other
and laughed off pain.
Teams may disagree,
may tease,
may blame.
Teams may bicker and whine,
but get down for the game.
You had my back.
We fought the fight.
And though our score
was less last night,
we're walking tall.
Our team came... - By David L. HarrisonTonight's your lucky night, boys.
Look what I fixed for you!
Stood all day in the burning sun
to make this son-of-a-gun stew.
Longhorn steaks two inches thick,
dig in while they're hot.
The coffee'll keep you up all night,
belly up to the pot.
You know your... - By Mary AtkinsonMy father and brothers
are swimming to the Rock.
“Come with us!”
they call to me
and I say,
“Maybe next year.”
The Rock is very, very far away.
I sit on the dock
with my peanut butter sandwich.
I watch them
dive into the water
and swim into the distance
their... - By Rebecca Kai DotlichCookies for sale!
And cake! One dime!
That's what it says
on my cardboard sign.
I pile cookies on a plate.
I eat just one
and then, I wait . . .
I taste the cake
(one tiny slice)
I squeeze the lemons
and stir the ice;
I count and stack
the... - By Fran HarawayIt's too soon for the front porch swing.
No crocuses are opeing.
The wind is from the north and chill.
No matter. Spring is here. I still
Am bound to sit and swing out there
And feel it in the evening air.
It's much too cold.... - By Carrie FountainWhen you were building the i-10 bypass,
one of your dozers, moving earth
at the center of a great pit,
slipped its thick blade beneath
the water table, slicing into the earth’s
wet palm, and the silt moistened
beneath the... - By Stuart MillsThey are building a ship
in a field
much bigger than I should have thought
sensible.
When it is finished
there will never be enough of them
to carry it to the sea
and already it is turning
rusty. - By Ron PadgettI’m in the house.
It’s nice out: warm
sun on cold snow.
First day of spring
or last of winter.
My legs run down
the stairs and out
the door, my top
half here typing - By Maya AngelouOne foot down, then hop! It's hot.
Good things for the ones that's got.
Another jump, now to the left.
Everybody for hisself.
In the air, now both feet down.
Since...