By Lydia Maria Child
Over the river and through the wood, To grandfather's house we go; The horse knows the way To carry ...
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- By Darren SardelliOur grandma kissed a pumpkin on a Friday afternoon. She also kissed a crayon and a giant red balloon...
- By Joan Bransfield GrahamSeptember breeze, an island chill, the streets so quiet . . . still, seem wider now but soon they fill...
- By Eileen SpinelliFifty-nine days to go. I can't find my purple beach towel. I can't even get to my closet without walking...
- By Timothy TocherSanta needs new reindeer. The first bunch has grown old. Dasher has arthritis; Comet hates the cold....
- By Clement Clarke Moore'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a...
- By Thomas HardyChristmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.“Now they are all on their knees,”An elder said as we sat in ...
- By Fran HarawayStripes and stars, Antique cars, Pretty girls, Baton twirls, Spangled gowns, Friendly clowns, Smiling...
- By Bruce LanskyOn Mother's Day it isn't smart To give your mom a broken heart. So here are thing you shouldn't say ...
- By Kenn NesbittInside my lunch to my surprise a perfect heart-shaped love note lies. The outside says, “Will you be...
- By Kenn NesbittOur substitute is strange because he looks a lot like Santa Claus. In fact, the moment he walked in ...
- By Kenn Nesbitt“Good morning, dear students,” the principal said. “Please put down your pencils and go back to bed....
- By Kenn NesbittWe’re having a Halloween party at school. I’m dressed up like Dracula. Man, I look cool! I dyed my hair...
- By Kenn NesbittA BB gun. A model plane. A basketball. A ’lectric train. A bicycle. A cowboy hat. A comic book. A baseball...
- By Myra Cohn LivingstonThe maple syrup's full of ants. A mouse is creeping on the shelf. Is that a spider on your back? I ate...
- By Charles GhignaIn their yellow-most goings, leaves of maple ride breezes to the ground. You can hear their sound each...
- By Douglas FlorianThe giant water bug can lug His eggs upon his back. He gives them extra care up there And guards them...
- By AnonymousThe first day of Christmas, My true love sent to me A partridge in a pear tree. The second day of Christmas...
- By William ShakespeareDouble, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and caldron bubble. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the caldron...
- By Robert FrostWhose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping...