By Carole Boston Weatherford
Big and bold now, write your name.
Draw an arrow, then take aim
at a puffy heart: "Kim loves Kyle."
Doodling…
Draw an arrow, then take aim
at a puffy heart: "Kim loves Kyle."
Doodling…
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- By Nikki GiovanniI always like summer
best
you can eat fresh corn
from daddy's garden
and okra
and greens
and cabbage… - By Robert FrostSpades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.
I make … - 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… - 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 … - 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 A. E. HousmanThe time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering… - 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 E. E. Cummingsin Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman
whistles far and wee
and… - 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… - By Mary AtkinsonMy father and brothers
are swimming to the Rock.
“Come with us!”
they call to me
and I say,
“Maybe next… - By Fran HarawayIt's too soon for the front porch swing.
No crocuses are opeing.
The wind is from the north and chill… - By Rebecca Kai DotlichCookies for sale!
And cake! One dime!
That's what it says
on my cardboard sign.
I pile cookies on a … - By Jacqueline WoodsonNo one was faster
than my father on the football field.
No one could keep him
from crossing the line…