Today is the last day of National Poetry Month. I hope you enjoyed the poem-a-day here at LittleLiteracyLibrarian. Here is one more, just because... A Farewell by Harriet Monroe Good-bye!—no, do not grieve that it is over, The perfect hour; That the winged joy, sweet honey-loving rover, Flits from the flower. Grieve not—it is the … Continue reading Farewell National Poetry Month!
Willow by Barbara R. Vance The branches on a willow tree Hang over low for you and me To grab a-hold and swing and swing Until the dinner bell doth ring. From Suzie Bitner was afraid of the drain
What kind of fool am I? by Naomi Shihab Nye He sang with abandon, combing his black, black hair. Each morning in the shower, first in Arabic, rivery ripples of song carrying him back to his first beloved land, then in English, where his repertoire was short. No kind at all! we'd all shout, throwing … Continue reading National Poetry Month – Day 26
Lois Smith, 12 Student One day I'd like a school named after me And all the kids would wonder, "who was she?" They'd probably think I was some rich white lady And not someone cute and a little shady Then one day they'd find me in a book Check out my name and take a … Continue reading National Poetry Month – Day 25
On the Gift of a Book to a Child By Hilaire Belloc Child! do not throw this book about! Refrain from the unholy pleasure Of cutting all the pictures out! Preserve it as your chiefest treasure. Child, have you never heard it said That you are heir to all the ages? Why, then, your hands … Continue reading National Poetry Month – Day 24
Monsters by Dorthea Lasky This is a world where there are monsters There are monsters everywhere, racoons and skunks There are possums outside, there are monsters in my bed. There is one monster. He is my little one. I talk to my little monster. I give my little monster some bacon but that does not … Continue reading National Poetry Month – Day 23
Earth Day by Jane Yolen I am the Earth And the Earth is me. Each blade of grass, Each honey tree, Each bit of mud, And stick and stone Is blood and muscle, Skin and bone. And just as I Need every bit Of me to make My body fit, So Earth needs Grass and … Continue reading National Poetry Month – Day 22