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Leisure

William Henry Davis

What is this life, if full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see,

When woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at beauty’s glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this, if full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

Thanksgiving Day in the Morning

A. Fisher

What is the place you like the best

Thanksgiving day in the morning?

The kitchen! With so many things to test,

And help to measure, and stir with zest,

And sniff and sample and all the rest –

Thanksgiving Day in the morning.

What are the colours you like the most

Thanksgiving Day in the morning?

The colour of cranberries uppermost,

The pumpkin-yellow the pie tops boast,

The turkey-brown of a crispy roast –

Thanksgiving Day in the morning.

What are the sounds you are gay

Thanksgiving Day in the morning?

The sizzly sounds on the roaster tray,

The gravy gurgling itself away,

The company sounds at the door – hooray!

Thanksgiving Day in the morning.

School-Bell

Eleanor Farjeon

Nine- o’ clock bell!

Nine- o’clock bell! And the small children and big ones as well,

Pulling their stockings up, snatching their hats,

Cheeking and grumbling and giving back-chats

Laughing and quarrelling, dropping their things,

These at a snail’s pace and those upon wings,

Lagging behind a bit, running ahead, waiting at corners for lights to turn red,

Some of them scurrying,

Others not worrying.

Carelessly trudging or anxiously hurrying,

All through the streets they are coming pell-mell

At the nine- o’clock

Nine- o’clock

Nine- o’clock

Bell!

Roadways

John Masefield

One road leads to London,

One road leads to Wales,

My road leads me seawards

To the white dipping sails.

One road leads to the river

As it goes singing slow,

My road leads to shipping

Where the bronzed sailors go.

Leads me, lures me, calls me to salt green tossing sea;

A road without earth’s road dust

Is the right road for me.

A wet road having shining,

A wild with seagulls’ cries,

A mad salt sea-wind blowing

The salt spray in my eyes.

My road calls me, lures me west, east, south and north.

Most roads lead men homewards,

My road leads me forth.

Mona Lisa

Brenda M. Weber

Behind kaleidoscopic eyes

There’s no mystery there that lies.

She’s the one to see it all

From her position on the wall.

We look for something in her smile,

We stand to study her a while,

Her face of beauty that we seek.

What would she say if she could speak?

Is her beauty, oh, so rare?

Was Mona Lisa just a maiden fair?

Is she a mirror image of me?

Is that what I’m supposed to see?

Mona’s portrait on the wall –

A combination of us all.

There’s a touch of someone there

In the beauty of her hair.

That hint of prison in her eyes

Makes her appear to be so wise.

The playful curvature of her lip

On her cheeks can dance a quip.

She’s a beauty this Mona Lisa

But so is the leaning Tower of Pisa.

What is the mystery there that lies

Behind kaleidoscopic eyes?

Today is yours

Amanda Bradley

Don’t wait till tomorrow

To reach out and grow,

To learn something interesting

You didn’t know.

Don’t wait till tomorrow

To find ways to share,

To make a new friend,

Really show that you care.

 Don’t wait till tomorrow

To follow your heart,

To savor the beauty that life can impart.

Don’t wait till tomorrow

To let yourself start…

Take time to do it today!

The cloud

P. B. Shelley

I bring fresh showers for the thirsty flowers,

From the seas and the streams;

I bear light shade for the leaves when laid

In their noonday dreams.

From my wings are shaken the dews that waken

The sweet buds every one,

When rocked to rest on their mother’s breast,

As she dances about the sun.

I wield the flail of the lashing hail,

And whiten the green plains under,

And then again I dissolve in rain,

And laugh as I pass in thunder.

The Frost

H. E. Gould

He went to the windows of those who slept

And over each pane like a fairy crept.

Wherever he breathed, wherever he stepped,

By the light of the moon were seen

Most beautiful things: there were flowers and trees,

There were beavies of birds and swarms of bees,

There were cities with temples and towers, and these

All pictured in silver sheen.

Book Look

Barbara Walker

Since books are friends,

They need much care.

When you are reading them,

Be good to them and fair!

Use book-marks, children, then:

Books are meant to read,

Not cut or colour them

No, really never indeed.

Spring is coming

Edith Segal

Spring is coming, spring is coming,

Birdies, build your nest;

Weave together straw and feather

Doing each your best.

Spring is coming, spring is coming,

Flowers are coming too.

Pansies, lilies, daffodilies

Now are coming through.

Spring is coming, spring is coming,

All around is fair;

Shimmer and quiver on the river,

Joy is everywhere.

The swing

R. L. Stevenson

How do you like to go up in a swing,

Up in the air and over the wall,

Up in the air so blue? Till I can see so wide,

Oh, I do think it’s a pleasantest thing

Rivers and trees and cattle and all

Ever a child can do! Over the country-side –

Till I look down on the garden green,

Down the roof so brown –

Up in the air I go flying again,

Up in the air and down.

Hug the Earth

Lorraine Bayes

The Earth is a garden.

It’s a beautiful place

For all living creatures,

For all the human race.

Helping Mother Earth

We can peacefully roam

We all deserve a place

We can call our home.

Treat

Jack Prelutsky

Trick or treat,

Trick or treat,

Give us something good to eat.

Give us something sweet to take.

Give us cookies, fruit and gum,

Hurry up and give us some.

You had better do it quick.

Or we’ll surely play a trick.

Autumn fires

R. L. Stevenson

In the other gardens,

And all up the vale,

From the autumn bonfires

See the smoke trail!

Pleasant summer’s over

And all summer flowers,

The red fire flazes,

The gray smoke towes.

Sing a song of seasons!

Something bright in all!

Flowers in the summer,

Fires in the fall!

Impression du matin

Oscar Wilde

The Thames nocturne of blue and gold

Changed to a harmony in grey

A barge with ochre-coloured hay

Dropt from the wharf: and chill and cold.

The yellow fog came creeping down,

The bridges, till the houses walls

Seemed changed to shadows,

And St. Paul’s

Loomed like a bubble o’er the town.

If

Rudyard Kipling

IF you can keep your head when all about you

 Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

 If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

 But make allowance for their doubting too;

 If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

 Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,

 Or being hated, don't give way to hating,

 And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

 If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;

 If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;

 If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

 And treat those two impostors just the same;

 If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

 Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

 Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

 And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

 If you can make one heap of all your winnings

 And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

 And lose, and start again at your beginnings

 And never breathe a word about your loss;

 If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

 To serve your turn long after they are gone,

 And so hold on when there is nothing in you

 Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

 If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

 ' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,

 if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

 If all men count with you, but none too much;

 If you can fill the unforgiving minute

 With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,

 Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

 And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

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Poems for younger children

The snow is falling,

The wind is blowing,

The ground is white

All day and all night.

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Spring, spring, spring!

The trees are green,

Blue skies are seen.

Grey winter has gone away!

The world looks new and gay.

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There are four little words,

That can help you a lot,

When you hurt your mother

On purpose or not.

So say the four words,

Don’t wait too long!

If you’ve hurt your mother

Say: “I’m sorry. I’m wrong.”

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In the spring,

In the spring,

Sweet and fresh is everything.

Winter winds are not blowing.

In the fields all is growing.

In the spring,

In the spring,

Sweet and fresh is everything.

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The New Year Tree so fine and tall

Stands in the centre of the hall.

Its needles are green,

It’s toys are bright.

Our New Year party is tonight.

Around the fir-tree let us play,

Because it is a New Year Day.

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Do all the good you can,

By all the means you can

In all the ways you can

In all the places you can,

In all the times you can,

To all the people you can,

As long as ever you can.

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I am running on my skis,

White and silver are the trees.

I am skating on bright ice

Winter holidays are nice.

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It will be a present,

Beautiful and nice,

Something very pleasant for my mother’s eyes.

See! The scarf is ready,

Full of daughter’s love.

Oh! And in the middle

There’s a white dove.

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Help your mother lay the table,

Put a knife and fork and spoon.

Help your mother lay the table

Every afternoon.

Help your mother clean the table,

Take the knife and fork and spoon.

Help your mother clean the table

Morning, night and noon.

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Mrs. Grundy washes on Monday,

Irons on Tuesday,

Shops on Wednesday,

Bakes on Thursday,

Sews on Friday,

Cleans on Saturday,

Cooks on Sunday…

This is the tale of Mrs. Grundy.

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Mice

Rose Tyleman

I think mice are rather nice.

Their tails are long, their faces small,

They haven’t got any chins at all.

Their ears are pink, their teeth are white.

They run about the house at night.

They nibble things they shouldn’t touch

And no one seems to like them much.

But I think mice are rather nice.

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Honey is sweeter than sugar,

Coffee is stronger than tea,

Juice is better than water,

You can’t be smarter than me.

A peach is sweeter than a cake,

A sea is deeper than a lake,

A boy is noisier than a bee,

A girl is shorter than a tree.

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Some of us like brown bread,

Some of us like white

Some of us eat a lot of meat

Some don’t think it’s right.

Some of us like apples,

Some drink juice at night

Some of us eat many sweets,

Some don’t think it’s right.

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Your tiger is wild,

But mine is wilder,

Your heart is kind,

But mine is kinder.

Anything you can do,

I can do better:

I can say wiser,

I can draw nicer.

Anything you can buy,

I can buy cheaper,

Anything you can learn,

I can learn quicker.

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January is Wet and Cold

January is wet and cold,

February is when we all feel old.

March is windy,

April – rain,

May brings birds and flowers again.

June is sunny,

July’s a dream,

August – berries and ice-cream.

Gold September,

October – brown –

Leaves change colour

And fall down.

Grey November –

Nights are long,

December – Christmas comes along.

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I wish I were a snowman,

So tall and big and white.

I’d never have to clean my teeth

Or go to bed at night.

But maybe Mr. Snowman

Is wishing he were me,

For I’ll be here when summer comes,

But where will the snowman be?

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A Spike of Green

Barbara Baker

When I went out

The sun was hot,

It shone upon

My flower pot.

And there I saw

A spike of green

That no one else had ever seen!

On other days the things I see

Are mostly old except for me.

But this green spike so new and small

Had never yet

Been seen at all.

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Thinking of snow

Bill Alexander

The day is new,

The snow is white,

‘tis a beautiful day,

Oh, what a sight!

It’s on the ground,

It’s on the rocks,

It’s in the trees

And in my socks!

Later the sun

 Will melt the snow,

All things must end

And so it must go.

But again it will come

To cover the ground

And fill the trees

For miles around.

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I, Myself and Me

I gave a little party

This afternoon at three;

‘twas very small,

Three guests in all –

Just I, myself and me.

Myself ate up the sandwiches,

While I drank up the tea,

And it was I who ate the pie

And passed the cake to me.

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In the Merry Month of May

In the merry month of May

All the violets are gay.

They all dance, and sing, and say,

Winter days are far away.

Winter days are far away,

Welcome, welcome, merry May.

In the merry month of May

All the birds are very gay.

They all dance, and sing, and say,

Winter days are far away.

Winter days are far away,

Welcome, welcome, merry May.

In the merry month of May

All the children are very gay.

They all dance, and sing, and say,

Winter days are far away.

Winter days are far away,

Welcome, welcome, merry May!

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1, 2, 3

Let me see

Who likes coffee

And who likes tea?

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A plane is faster than a train.

A bike is slower than a train.

A duck is bigger than a frog.

A cat is weaker than a dog.

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Tomorrow on Sunday

We go to the zoo.

Tomorrow, tomorrow

We go to the zoo.

There is a bear there

And a zebra too,

A monkey and a tiger

And a kangaroo.

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Blue is the sea

Blue is the sea,

Green is the grass.

White are the clouds

As they slowly pass.

Black are the crows,

Brown are the trees,

Red are the sails

 Of a ship in the breeze.

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Cold December brings us skating,

For the New Year we are waiting.

January brings us the snow

Makes our feet and fingers glow.

February snows again

And sometimes brings us rain.

March brings us sunny days and winds,

So we know that spring begins.

April brings the primrose sweet,

We see the daisies at our feet.

May brings flowers,

Joy and grass

And the holidays for us.

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Winter

Winter is the king of showmen -

Turning tree stumps into snowmen,

And houses into birthday cakes,

And spreading sugar over lakes.

Smooth and clean and frosty white -

The world looks good enough to bite!

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A Child’s Wish

I want to live

And not to die!

I want to laugh

And not to cry!

I want to feel

The summer sun.

I want to sing

When life is fun.

I want to fly

Into the blue.

I want to swim

 As fishes do.

I want to stretch out

Friendly hands

To all the young of other lands.

I want to laugh

 And not to cry!

I want to live

And not to die!

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 Yellow apples,

Brown and red

Are good for my teeth

Says little Ted.

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My dog

A dog can’t talk,

But he can bark

When I take my dog to the park.

I throw him a stick,

And he runs a race.

Then he comes back and licks my face.

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All about me

Ten little fingers,

Ten little toes,

Two little ears

And one little nose.

Two little eyes

That shine so bright

One little mouth

To kiss mummy “Good night”.

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Spring is coming,

Spring is coming,

Flowers are coming too.

Snowdrops, lilies, daffodils

Now are coming too.

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It’s winter, it’s winter!

Let us skate and ski!

It’s winter, it’s winter,

It’s great fun for me!

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1,1,1 – I love the sun.

2, 2, 2 – I love Mummy too!

3, 3, 3 – my mummy loves me.

4, 4, 4 – I love her more and more.

I count from one, I love the sun,

I count to four, I love Mummy more!

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Look! We have a snowman,

He is tall and fat.

He has a carrot in his nose,

He has a funny hat.

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It is winter, it is cold.

Father Frost is very old.

But he is always full of joy,

And glad to give me a nice toy.

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Summer will come.

What games will you play?

What will you do on a hot summer day?

I’ll swim in the river,

I’ll play in the sun,

I’ll go to the forest,

I’ll have much fun!