By Eileen Spinelli
Arctic tundra,
Arctic tundra,
How does your garden grow?
With lupine seeds
And fireweeds
And bearberries …
Arctic tundra,
How does your garden grow?
With lupine seeds
And fireweeds
And bearberries …
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- By Allison SwensonI remember first hearing rumors
of the atom. We are all made up
of crumbs, Q told me
when we were kids.… - By Kimberly BlaeserWe all have the same little bones in our foot
twenty-six with funny names like navicular.
Together they… - By Margarita EngleNewsmen call it the Cuban Missile Crisis.
Teachers say it's the end of the world.
At school, they instruct… - By Amy E. SklanskyUniverse
Galaxy
Solar System
Planet
Continent
Country
State
City
Me - By Amy E. SklanskyMarvelous
Opaque
Orb.
Night-light
for the world. - By Marilyn NelsonHybridization, cross-breeding, evolution:
He takes to new theories
like a puppy takes to ice cream.
… - By Marilyn NelsonArachis Hypogaea may have been
smuggled to North America by slaves
who hid seeds of survival in their… - By Walt WhitmanWhen I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,… - By Kenn NesbittWillie had a stubborn wart
upon his middle toe.
Regardless, though, of what he tried
the wart refused… - By Neal LevinBaby ate a microchip,
Then grabbed a bottle, took a sip.
He swallowed it and made a beep,
And now he… - By Carrie FountainWhen you were building the i-10 bypass,
one of your dozers, moving earth
at the center of a great … - By Curzio MalaparteOne Sunday morning,
instead of studying The Illiad,
I escaped with Bino to Florence,
to see what miracles… - By Joyce SidmanI. Spring
We burst forth,
crisp green squads
bristling with spears.
We encircle the pond.
II. Summer… - By Steven SchnurUp beyond the
Night sky, an
Indigo darkness like
Velvet
Embraces the farthest
Reaches of the mind,
S… - By AnonymousA bridge engineer, Mr. Crumpett,
Built a bridge for the good River Bumpett.
A mistake in the plan
Left… - By Jane YolenI am the Earth
And the Earth is me.
Each blade of grass,
Each honey tree,
Each bit of mud,
And stick… - By J. Patrick LewisThat afternoon in mid-July,
Two pilgrims watched from distant space
The moon ballooning in the sky.
… - By Joyce Sidmansun
sunwarm
sunwarm on back
sunwarm on back legs
sunwarm on back legs loosens
my heart
my heart beats… - By Joyce SidmanI grow in places others can’t, where wind is high and water scant. I drink the rain, I eat the sun; …