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Bed in Summer

by Robert Louis Stevenson

In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people’s feet
Still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?

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July 2, 2018 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Up In The Green Orchard

Up in the green orchard,

There is a green tree.

The finest of pippins,

That you may see.

The apples are ripe,

And ready to fall,

And Robin and Richard,

Shall gather them all.

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June 21, 2018 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Once

Once I was a monarch’s daughter
And sat on a lady’s knee
But am now a nightly rover
Banished to the ivy tree

Crying hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo
Hoo, hoo, hoo. My feet are cold.

Pity me for here you see me,
Persecuted, poor, and old.

I once was a knight’s daughter
And sat on my father’s knee
But now I’m a poor hoolet
And hide in a hollow tree

June 15, 2018 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Tu Tu Tu B’shevat

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January 31, 2018 at 3:25 pm Leave a comment

Honi Comes Full Circle

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January 31, 2018 at 5:25 am Leave a comment

April

by Virna Sheard

April! April! April!
With a mist of green on the trees–
And a scent of the warm brown broken earth
On every wandering breeze;
What, though thou be changeful,
Though thy gold turns to grey again,
There’s a robin out yonder singing,
Singing in the rain.

April! April! April!
‘Tis the Northland hath longed for thee,
She hath gazed toward the South with aching eyes
Full long and patiently.
Come now–tell us, sweeting,
Thou laggard so lovely and late,
Dost know there’s no joy like the joy that comes
When hearts have learned to wait?

April 20, 2016 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

little tree

BY E. E. CUMMINGS

little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower

who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly

i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don’t be afraid

look the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,

put up your little arms
and i’ll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy

then when you’re quite dressed
you’ll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they’ll stare!
oh but you’ll be very proud

and my little sister and i will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we’ll dance and sing
“Noel Noel”

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December 24, 2015 at 12:25 am Leave a comment

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