I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one When rocked to rest on their mother’s breast As she dances about the sun I wield the flail of the lashing hail And whiten the green plains under And then again I dissolve it in rain And laugh as I pass in thunder
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Jack Frost is never heard or seen, But you can tell just where he's been For while your fast asleep at night He paints the world a sparkling white His freezing fingers in a trice Turn every puddle into ice Window panes those fingers trace Fine twinkling patterns just like lace On silken webs some spiders spun Jack Frost hangs crystals just for fun You can't see jack Frost this is true But he can still reach out to you So wrap up warm, please take my tip Or you'll feel Jack Frost's icy grip Author Jillian Harker
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My forgetter’s getting better
But my rememberer is broke
To you that may seem funny
But, to me, that is no joke.
For when I’m ‘here’ I’m wondering
If I really should be ‘there’
And, when I try to think it through,
I haven’t got a prayer!
Often times I walk into a room,
Say “what am I here for?”
I wrack my brain, but all in vain
A zero, is my score.
At times I put something away
Where it is safe, but, Gee!
The person it is safest from
Is, generally, me!
When shopping I may see someone,
Say “Hi” and have a chat,
Then, when the person walks away
I ask myself, “who was that?”
Yes, my forgetter’s getting better
While my remember is broke,
And it’s driving me plumb crazy
And that isn’t any joke.
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Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.
We had nothing to do and nothing to say.
We were nearing the end of a dismal day,
And then there seemed to be nothing beyond,
Then Daddy fell into the pond!
And everyone’s face grew merry and bright,
And Timothy danced for sheer delight.
“Give me the camera, quick, oh quick!
He’s crawling out of the duckweed!” Click!
Then the gardener suddenly slapped his knee,
And doubled up, shaking silently,
And the ducks all quacked as if they were daft,
And it sounded as if the old drake laughed.
Oh, there wasn’t a thing that didn’t respond
When Daddy Fell into the pond!
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Hearts like doors will open with ease,
If you use the proper keys,
they are thank you, may I, and if you please.
Author Unknown
About this poem, my mother would recite these words every time I forgot to say thank you and please. It was a very loving way of teaching me good manners and I passed it on to my three children. I was born in the year 1939.
In some hymnals, the editors noted that a hymn’s author is unknown to them, and so this artificial “person” entry is used to reflect that fact. Obviously, the hymns attributed to “Author Unknown” “Unknown” or “Anonymous” could have been written by many people over a span of many centuries.
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Rain, rain, go away,
Come again another day.
Rain, rain, go to Spain,
Never show your face again.
Rain, rain, pour down,
But not a drop on our town.
Rain on the green grass,
And rain on the tree,
And rain on the housetop,
But not on me.
Rain, rain, go away,
Come again on washing day.
Rain Rain Go Away! This is probably the perfect nursery rhyme to sing when the rain is pouring down outside. Rain Rain Go Away is a traditional nursery rhyme that was published in the 17th century or earlier. Since then, new variations of the song have appeared.
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There is no time like Spring,
When life’s alive in everything,
Before new nestlings sing,
Before cleft swallows speed their journey back
Along the trackless track –
God guides their wing,
He spreads their table that they nothing lack, –
Before the daisy grows a common flower
Before the sun has power
To scorch the world up in his noontide hour…
by Christina Georgina Rossetti
Christina Georgina Rossetti was an English writer of romantic, devotional and children’s poems, including “Goblin Market” and “Remember”. Wikipedia
Born: December 5, 1830, London, United Kingdom
Died: December 29, 1894, Torrington Square
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Gentle eyes
that see so much,
paws that have
the quiet touch.
Purrs to signal
“all is well”
and show more love
than words can tell.
Graceful movements
touched with pride,
a calming presence
by our side.
A friendship
that will last and grow,
small wonder
why we love them so.
Author Unknown
Where we walk to school each day
Indian children used to play-
All about our native land,
Where the shops and houses stand.
And the trees were very tall,
And there were no streets at all,
Not a church and not a steeple-
Only woods and Indian people.
Only wigwams on the ground,
And at night bears prowling round-
What a different place today
Where we live and work and play!
by Annette Wynne
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