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Block City

by Robert Louis Stevenson

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.

Let the sofa be mountains, the carpet be sea,
There I’ll establish a city for me:
A kirk and a mill and a palace beside,
And a harbor as well where my vessels may ride.

Great is the palace with pillar and wall,
A sort of a tower on top of it all,
And steps coming down in an orderly way
To where my toy vessels lie safe in the bay.

This one is sailing and that one is moored:
Hark to the song of the sailors on board!
And see on the steps of my palace, the kings
Coming and going with presents and things!


June 2, 2020 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

You Are All Around Me

by Shawn Schoeller


May 25, 2020 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Wind rising, wind falling

Wind rising, wind falling
Sun rising, sun falling
Clouds rising, lightning falling
Life rising, death falling
Tide rising, tide falling
Man rising, man falling
Tree of life rising, rising, rising

May 23, 2020 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment


by Sandra Martyres

Purrfecting the art of purring
She does exactly that
our dear imaginative
and near perfect pet cat
We notice that each time
she wants something
the volume and tone of her purr
changes to reflect
her sense of urgency
The higher the pitch
the greater is her need
to spur us into action
to provide her with
the object of her desire
A piece of fish
generally exacts the
highest decibel purr
Its flavour drives
her almost crazy
The purr frequency is lower
for a saucer of milk or water
So the greater the urgency
the less pleasing the purr.


May 18, 2020 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

I Had a Little Cat

by Charles Causley

I had a little cat called Tim Tom Tay
I took him to town on market day,
I combed his whiskers, I brushed his tail,
I wrote on a label ‘Cat for Sale.
Knows how to deal with rats and mice.
Two pounds fifty. Bargain price.’

But when the people came to buy
I saw such a look in Tim Tom’s eye
That it was clear as clear could be
I couldn’t sell Tim for a fortune’s fee.
I was shamed and sorry, I’ll tell you plain
And I took home Tim Tom Tay again.


May 17, 2020 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Questions for a Dad

by Mandy Coe

The Children’s Poetry Archive: Questions for a Dad


May 16, 2020 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment


by Derek Walcot

The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.


May 12, 2020 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

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