Piece me together out of the things that you see. Alone in a comfortably crowded room. You stalk a string, subdue a flannel mouse,.

Sometimes you just forget about things I guess. haha Anyway, I chose to write about Dr. Fox in Socks by Dr.

The walls we build around us to keep out the sadness also keep out the joy. One of my favorite poems. So, for my reader responses, I just read a poetry book called. This is Just to Say. By Joyce Sidman, which is a book of apology poems written by sixth graders and responses to those apologies. One of my favorite poems in the book is called.

One Inch Tall by Shel Silverstein. The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool. A crumb of cake would be a feast. And last you seven days at least,. A flea would be a frightening beast. If you were one inch tall. And it would take about a month to get down to the store. A bit of fluff would be your bed,.

Lunch Box Mail and Other Poems. I whithle when I talk. I wear a funny grin. Thure, I have a dollar. The fairy left for me. But what good ith a dollar. I love this poem for many reasons; one of which being the fact that it takes me back to my childhood. Who can forget their days of gap toothed smiles and speech impediments? The Two Sided Fear of December 7, 1941.

And then go and do that. Because what the world needs is people who are alive. Spring Break is FINALLY here! Recent Updates Toggle Comment Threads. Around the world in 80 days,. X marks the spot,. Comma, Comma, Comma, Comma,. Spiders crawling up your back,. Now you got the chillies.

Posted by Laura Webb in Assignments. Mud is very nice to feel. Than smell a yellow rose. Nobody else but the rosebush knows. How nice mud feels between the toes. Growing up I had the book of poems called. Read-Aloud Rhymes for the Very Young. Posted by Laura Webb in Assignments.

If you want to learn something well, offer to teach it. I will not play at Tug O War. Where everyone hugs, instead of tugs,. Where everyone giggles and rolls on the rugs,. Where everyone kisses and everyone grins,. And everyone cuddles and everyone wins.

Passion moves History, The Sands of Time Run, Children Play in the Hills, One Day the Pain Will End. La Passione Commuove La Storia. Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Poems in Black and White. Poems in Black and White. That is your furry guise. The Weedflower and the Sparrow.

Thanks for dropping by Hannah Meadows! Take a look around and grab the RSS feed. Aluets by Hannah Meadows and Katelyn Creed. Mdash; Leave a comment. Could we go again? With the strike of a match. American fighter planes run out. We find not a single leaf we recognize We find not a single leaf we recognize. Always the smell of rot. Before they are lost forever? Grows along the road.