From Child's Garden of Verses

How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
River and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside--
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown--
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
Robert Louis Stevenson

Rain

From Child's Garden of Verses

The rain is falling all around,

It falls on field and tree,

It rains on the umbrellas here,

And on the ships at sea.

Robert Louis Stevenson

Block City

From Child's Garden of Verses

What are you able to build with your blocks?

Castles and palaces, temples and docks.

Rain may keep raining, and others go roam,

But I can be happy and building at home.

Robert Louis Stevenson

Who Has Seen the Wind?by Christina Rossetti

Christina RossettiWho has seen the wind?

Neither I nor you:

But when the leaves hang trembling,

The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?

Neither you nor I:

But when the trees bow down their heads,

The wind is passing by.

Squirmy Earthworm

Squirmy, squirmy earthworm

Lives down in the ground

But watch her wiggle out

When rain falls all around.

Squirmy, squirmy earthworm

Squirms along the ground.

But watch her disappear when

Blackbirds come around!

The Swing
Dreams
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Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
Langston Hughes
Bad Morning
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Here I sit
With my shoes mismated.
Lawdy-mercy!
I's frustrated!
Langston Hughes
Dancing
In a circle
In square
I like dancing
Anywhere.
Leaping high
Bowing low
Round and round
The room I go.
Tippy toes
Tappy heels
Happy is how
Dancing feels!
Jeanne B. Hargett
Deep in the Forest
Deep in the forest,
Dark is the night,
But low in the sky
I see a bright light.
Run, little shadows,
Swiftly away!
The bright morning star
Is calling the day.
Ojibwa Indian
Our Washing Machine
Our washing machine went whisity whirr
Whisity whisity whisity whirr
One day at noon it went whisity click
Whisity whisity whisity click
Click grr click grr click grr click
Call the repairman
Fix it. . . Quick!
Patricia Hubbard