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A Timbered Choir

by Wendell Berry

Even while I dreamed I prayed that what I saw was only fear and no foretelling,
for I saw the last known landscape destroyed for the sake
of the objective, the soil bludgeoned, the rock blasted.
Those who had wanted to go home would never get there now.

I visited the offices where for the sake of the objective the planners planned
at blank desks set in rows. I visited the loud factories
where the machines were made that would drive ever forward
toward the objective. I saw the forest reduced to stumps and gullies; I saw
the poisoned river, the mountain cast into the valley;

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Am I My Sister's Keeper?

by Ruthe Spacht

I had better be.
What benefits my mother, niece,
Daughter and the neighbor lady
Will also benefit me.
Her working conditions,
How much she earns,
Her crisis, her problems,
Are all my concerns.
Her children are my children,
Her yearnings are mine.

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American Primitive

by William Jay Smith

Look at him there in his stovepipe hat,
His high-top shoes, and his handsome collar;
Only my Daddy could look like that,
And I love my Daddy like he loves his Dollar.

The screen door bangs, and it sounds so funny--
There he is in a shower of gold;
His pockets are stuffed with folding money,
His lips are blue, and his hands feel cold.

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The Indian Burying Ground

by Philip Freneau

In spite of all the learn'd have said;
I still my old opinion keep,
The posture, that we give the dead,
Points out the soul's eternal sleep.

Not so the ancients of these lands --
The Indian, when from life releas'd
Again is seated with his friends,
And shares gain the joyous feast.

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Three Years She Grew In Sun And Shower,

by William Wordsworth

Three years she grew in sun and shower,
Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower
On earth was never sown;
This Child I to myself will take;
She shall be mine, and I will make
A Lady of my own.

"Myself will to my darling be
Both law and impulse: and with me
The Girl, in rock and plain

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Recent Children Poems

Horcruxes

by Peter Quitadamo

Having children is like having horcruxes.
Part of me is out in the world away
From my protection and each day I worry.
Will someone find these disconnected parts
Of me? Will they treasure them as I do?
Will they hunt them down to get to me?
Each wound on them burns me with lightning.
I wish I was still Tom Riddle; simple and whole.
Yet like Harry, I would give myself for these.

Barefoot On The Edge Of Innocence

by Everleigh Blackburn

barefoot on the edge of innocence,
laughter spilling like petals
in a summer breeze.

eyes glinting with mischief,
a wildflower in a garden of rules,
her spirit ignites whispers—
soft shadows of temptation
wrapped in the silk of youth.

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Innocence

by Everleigh Blackburn

Innocence of childhood,
Pure and untouched,
Like a blank canvas,
Waiting to be painted with colors of joy.

Giggles and laughter,
Fill the air with delight,
As little feet run freely,
Chasing after dreams.

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Ladybird, Ladybird

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Empress Ladybird lived in Moss Wood, in a huge, hollow of an oak tree;
In domestic comfort, with all her dear children, beyond the entry, leafy.

Empress and her mate had parted, when they'd resolved to move on;
However, she would live to love again, like spring when winter's gone.

Empress was all things that a ruler should be, like Queen Anne's lace-
Always fair and kind to subjects, in the green, forest kingdom of grace.

Fireflies and frogs made up the forest family, and visited at olive even,

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Playful (A day in the life of a child)

by Sharon Morgan

Laughing, skipping, jumping, jesting,
Frolicking, rolling, no time for resting
Prodding, poking, running, racing
Pulling faces, grabbing, chasing.

Dancing, prancing, giggling, teasing
Sprinting, trotting breathless, wheezing
Sitting, resting, laying sleeping
Until tomorrow’s alarm is bleeping.