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Nature Trail

by Benjamin Zephaniah

At the bottom of my garden
There's a hedgehog and a frog
And a lot of creepy-crawlies
Living underneath a log,
There's a baby daddy long legs
And an easy-going snail
And a family of woodlice,
All are on my nature trail.

There are caterpillars waiting

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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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Please Mrs Butler

by Allan Ahlberg

Please Mrs Butler
This boy Derek Drew
Keeps copying my work, Miss.
What shall I do?

Go and sit in the hall, dear.
Go and sit in the sink.
Take your books on the roof, my lamb.
Do whatever you think.

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1914 V: The Soldier

by Rupert Brooke

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,

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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 Flower Poems

Turn me into a flower

by Teo Luchin

Oh god, turn me into a flower.
So I can find my home in the rain.
No longer lying awake,
wondering if I've soaked in the sun enough that day.

Turn me into a flower.
A yellow one, quitly bright.
So I can be picked,
without pretending to be anything more.

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Daisy Darkness

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

midnight was glowing
in recall of antique gold
huge yellow daisy

pleasures we once knew
when dusk daisy glowed redly
twirl memory lane

golden onyx dark
shrouding melancholy moon

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A Fragrant Bed

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

asleep in a bloom
on the lake of pearl moonbeams
water lily dreams

green frog in black night
drifting in rock-a-bye dark
where stars make their mark

moonlight tiptoes soft
on cool petals of the pink

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Mirabilis jalapa

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

All the hot summer days I am found, sleeping late in my bed,
Dreaming of dusk and getting beauty rest, before sunset red;
For I'm an opal night owl, my scent blooms open all night long.
I am called Mirabilis jalapa, or four o'clocks, adoring birdsong.
I am yellow and deep pink stripes, beloved by hummingbirds,
And grape sun butterflies, when time seems to go backwards.
I keep a daily appointment with destiny, at about four o'clock,
As I love pearly moon more than sun, when dancing in my frock!

Black Diamond

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

summoned black diamond
sun's at other side of night
with the dream roses

heart of joy twinkling
gone down in sea of colors
star of plum evening

still in its peach prime
and dust of the day settles

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