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 Robin BeckerSeeing my friend’s son in his broad-brimmed hat and suspenders, I think of the Quakers who lectured ...
- By Joy HarjoThe world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live. The gifts of earth are brought...
- By Edgar Albert GuestGettin’ together to smile an’ rejoice, An’ eatin’ an’ laughin’ with folks of your choice; An’ kissin...
- By John KeatsSeason of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; ConspiringConspiring...
- By Paul Laurence DunbarAir a-gittin' cool an' coolah, Frost a-comin' in de night, Hicka' nuts an' wa'nuts fallin', Possum keepin...
- By John Greenleaf WhittierOh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun, The vines of the gourd and the rich melon run, And the...
- By Robert FrostThe land was ours before we were the land’s.She was our land more than a hundred yearsBefore we were...
- By Eamon GrennanAll Souls’ over, the roast seeds eaten, I set on a backporch post our sculpted pumpkin under the weather...
- By Albert Goldbarth1 Yes. So we must reconnect ideas of God, and the definitions of “liberty,” and the psychology of our...
- By Harriet Maxwell ConverseWe who are here present thank the Great Spirit that we are here to praise Him.We thank Him that He has...
- By Bruce GuernseyThe potato that ate all its carrots, can see in the dark like a mole,its eyes the scarsfrom centuries...
- By Ben VogtThe food is on the table. Turkey tanned to a cowboy boot luster, potatoes mashed and mounded in a bowl...
- By C. K. WilliamsKids once carried tin soldiers in their pockets as charms against being afraid, but how trust soldiers...
- By Algernon Charles SwinburneHere, where the world is quiet; Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful...
- By Maxine KuminThe week in August you come home, adult, professional, aloof, we roast and carve the fatted calf —in...
- By James Weldon JohnsonLift ev’ry voice and sing, Till earth and heaven ring, Ring with the harmonies of Liberty; Let our rejoicing...
- By Dan Beachy-QuickPosterity, this me is Now— Record this Now. Virginia, 1705 Not always settled. I am settled Over history’s yellow...
- By Robert HerrickLord, Thou hast given me a cell Wherein to dwell, A little house, whose humble roof Is weather-proof...
- By James Whitcomb RileyWhen the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock, And you hear the kyouck and gobble of...