LUKE'S FAVORITE:
by Shel Silverstein
Arrows
I shot an arrow toward the sky,
It hit a white cloud floating by.
The cloud fell dying to the shore,
I don't shoot arrows anymore.
CLANCEY'S FAVORITE:
by Unknown
Always Finish
If a task is once begun
Never leave it till it's done.
Be the labor great or small,
Do it well or not at all.
ONE OF MY FAVORITES..from my childhood (I memorized it when I was 10. Thanks to my mama!):
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Bed in Summer
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candlelight.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?
2 comments:
Looks like you're haveing so much fun. Here is my favorite.
Bill Brown
Given from President John R. Condie
Bill Brown made a million,
Bill Brown, think of that!
That boy, you remember,
as poor as a rat.
He hoed for the neighbors,
Did jobs by the day.
And Bill made a million,
or near it they say.
He worked for my father,
You'll maybe recall.
He wasn't a wonder,
not that, not at all.
He couldn't out-hoe me,
Or cover more ground,
Or hoe any faster,
Or beat me around.
In fact, I was better
In one way that I know.
One toot from the kitchen
And home I would go.
But bill Brown always hoed
To the end of the row.
We used to get hungry
Out there in the corn.
You talk about music,
What equals a horn?
A horn yellin' dinner,
And tomatoes and beans,
And pork and potatoes,
And gravy and greens.
I ain't blamin' no one
For quittin' on time
To quit with the whistle,
That ain't any crime.
But as for the million,
Well, this much I know.
Bill Brown always hoed
To the end of the row.
Poems....ahh...and sigh....And Clancey looks like a young man!! WHAT! WHEN!
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