By Lydia Maria Child
Over the river and through the wood,
To grandfather's house we go;
The horse knows the way
To carry …
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 Nesbitt“Good morning, dear students,” the principal said.
“Please put down your pencils and go back to bed.… - By Kenn NesbittA BB gun.
A model plane.
A basketball.
A ’lectric train.
A bicycle.
A cowboy hat.
A comic book.
A baseball… - By Kenn NesbittInside my lunch
to my surprise
a perfect heart-shaped
love note lies.
The outside says,
“Will you be… - 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 NesbittOur substitute is strange because
he looks a lot like Santa Claus.
In fact, the moment he walked in
… - 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 … - 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 Carl SandburgI spot the hills
With yellow balls in autumn.
I light the prairie cornfields
Orange and tawny gold clusters… - By AnonymousI've got a rocket
In my pocket;
I cannot stop to play.
Away it goes!
I've burned my toes.
It's Independence…