By Nikki Giovanni
I always like summer best you can eat fresh corn from daddy's garden and okra and greens and cabbage...
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- By Michael SimmsThe summer you learned to swim was the summer I learned to be at peace with myself. In May you were ...
- By Pat MoraSummer’s ending. I sit on my desert rock, listen to the world’s hum. Crows and ravens caw, finches ...
- By Robert FrostSpades take up leaves No better than spoons, And bags full of leaves Are light as balloons. I make a...
- By Darren SardelliRecess! Oh, Recess! We love you! You rule! You keep us away from the teachers in school. Your swings...
- By Eloise GreenfieldIt takes more than a wish to catch a fish you take the hook you add the bait you concentrate and then...
- 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...
- By William Butler YeatsI will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made...
- By Ernest Lawrence ThayerThe outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day; The score stood four to two with but one...
- By Joyce KilmerI think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the...
- By Robert FrostThe way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of ...
- By Robert FrostTwo roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood...
- 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...
- 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...
- By Seamus HeaneyLate August, given heavy rain and sun For a full week, the blackberries would ripen. At first, just ...
- By E. E. Cummingsin Just- spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee and ...
- By A. E. HousmanThe time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering...
- By Nancy Bo FloodThe bleachers are packed full. Everyone’s watching. What if I fall? What if my time is too slow? One...
- By Sara HolbrookWe practiced together, sweat and stained. We pummeled each other and laughed off pain. Teams may disagree...
- By David L. HarrisonTonight's your lucky night, boys. Look what I fixed for you! Stood all day in the burning sun to make...