Tag Archives: Language

UPSIDE DOWN

It’s funny how beetles

And creatures like that

Can walk upside down

As well as walk flat

They crawl on a ceiling

And climb on a wall

Wihout any practice

Or trouble at all

While I have been trying

For a year (maybe more)

And still I can’t stand

With my head on the floor

(Written by Aileen Fisher)

 

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ANNA ELISE

Anna Elise

She jumped with suprise

The suprise was so quick

It played her a trick

The trick was so rare

She jumped in a chair

The chair was so frail

She jumped in a pail

The pail was so wet

She jumped in a net

The net was so small

She jumped on a ball

The ball was so round

She jumped on the ground

And ever since then

She’s been turning aroun

BABIES DON’T WALK THEY RIDE

Babies don’t walk they ride !

Babies don’t run they glide!

Strolling in buggies and backpacks and slings

Rolling in trolleys and car seats and things

Bumping around all over the place

With a scowl or a howl or a smile on their face

Charging along like charioteers

Flying down hills and up in the air

Huggled and cuddled and carried along

If babies could talk they’d be singing this song

Babies don’t walk they ride !

(Written by Kathy Henderson)

THE SUMMER DAY

Who made the world ?

Who made the swan and the black bear ?

Who made the grasshopper ?

The grasshopper I mean

The one who who has flung herself out of the grass

The one who is eating out of my hand

Who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down

Who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes

Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face

Now she snaps her wings open and floats away

I don’t know exactly what a prayer is

I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down

Into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass

How to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields

Which is what I have been doing all day

Tell me what else should I have done ?

Doesn’t everything die at last and too soon ?

Tell me what it is you plan to do

With your one wild  precious life ?

(Written by Mary Oliver)