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Reading Books By Vivian G. Gouled

Reading Books
By Vivian G. Gouled

I like to read all kinds of books
To entertain myself,
And so I’m glad when I can take
A book down from the shelf.

I like the picture books of planes,
Of flowers, birds, and ships
From which I can imagine that
I’m taking wonder trips.

I like the books with stories in
And also books of rhymes;
I often try to learn a few
And say them lots of times.

I like to read all kinds of books
I find upon the shelf –
Particularly now that I
Can read all by myself!

Reading Books By Vivian G. Gouled

Reading Books By Vivian G. Gouled I like to read all kinds of booksTo entertain myself,And so I’m glad when I can takeA book down from the shelf. I like the picture books of planes,Of flowers, birds, and shipsFrom which I can imagine thatI’m taking wonder trips. I…

The Reading Mother By Strickland Gillilan

The Reading Mother By Strickland Gillilan I had a mother who read to meSagas of pirates who scoured the sea,Cutlasses clenched in their yellow teeth,“Blackbirds” stowed in the hold beneath. I had a Mother who read me laysOf ancient and gallant and golden days;Stories…

Read to Me By Jane Yolen

Read to Me By Jane Yolen Read to me riddles and read to me rhymesRead to me stories of magical timesRead to me tales about castles and kingsRead to me stories of fabulous thingsRead to me pirates and read to me knightsRead to me dragons and dragon-book fightsRead to…

Adventures with Books By Velda Blumhagen

Adventures with Books By Velda Blumhagen Books are ships that sail the seasTo lands of snow or jungle trees.And I’m the captain bold and freeWho will decide which place we’ll see.Come, let us sail the magic ship. Books are trains in many lands,Crossing hills or desert…

Good Books by Edgar Guest

Good Books byEdgar Guest Good books are friendly things to own.If you are busy they will wait.They will not call you on the phoneOr wake you if the hour is late.They stand together row by row,Upon the low shelf or the high.But if you’re lonesome this you know:You have…

Gratitude by Edgar Albert Guest

Gratitude

by Edgar Albert Guest

Be grateful for the kindly friends that walk along your way,
Be grateful for the skies of blue that smile from day to day,
Be grateful for the health you own, the work you find to do,
For round about you there are men less fortunate than you.

Be grateful for the growing trees, the roses soon to bloom,
The tenderness of kindly hearts that shared your days of gloom,
Be grateful for the morning dew, the grass beneath your feet,
The soft caresses of your babes and all their laughter sweet.

Acquire the grateful habit, learn to see how blessed you are,
How much there is to gladden life, how little life to mar!
And what if rain shall fall to-day and you with grief are sad,
Be grateful that you can recall the joys that you have had.

The Sun by Sara Dickson

Blaze, sun, blaze you fire streak,Above horizon ashen sneak,Specked with brilliant heat from molten core,Ball of flames such orange pumpkin,Burning object, many lore. A gleeful creature shed rays of light,Bring swift end to blanket night,Lava white pinpricks vanish…

Ode To Nature by Walter Safar

I’m looking at the starlit sky,I’m looking at the timeless heavenly plough land,Along which the Father sows the seed of eternal light.I’m looking at the falling star,Mercifully weaving the magic lightAbove the lonely dreamer on his path of dreams -Let us hurry, not…

Celebrating National Poetry Month

Celebrating National Poetry Month: A Time to Find Your Voice with Emerald Book Club April marks the arrival of National Poetry Month, a global celebration of poetry’s power to inspire, heal, and connect people from all walks of life. It’s a time to immerse yourself in…

When Silence is Heard

When silence is heard poem In quiet rooms where whispers fade,I hold the words I’m slow to trade.No eager ear nor friendly gaze,Just watchful walls that keep my days. A thousand thoughts like scattered sand,Slip through the spaces of my hand.Who counts them all? Who…

Spring

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The Spring

The Spring By Thomas Carew Now that the winter’s gone, the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream Upon the silver lake or crystal stream; But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth, And makes it…

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