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Anna KatharineNight,
Night comes , by Mary Ann Hoberman
by Beatrice Schenk de Regniers)
The night is coming softly, slowly;
Night comes Look, it's getting hard to see,
looking Through the windows,
out of the sky Through the door,
Pussyfooting
Stars come On the floor,
peeking. Dragging shadows,
Crawling,
Moon comes Creeping,
sneaking Soon it will be time for sleeping.
silvery-sly. Pull down the shades.
Turn on the light.
Who is Let's pretend it isn't night.
shaking,
shivery,
quaking?
The night is a big black cat .
by G. Orr Clark
Who is afraid of
the night?
The night is a big black cat
The moon is her topaz eye,
Not I
The stars are the mice she hunts at night
In the field of the sultry sky.
The Star
by Ann Taylor
TWINKLE, twinkle, little star,
Silver, How I wonder what you are !
by Walter de la Mare Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon; When the blazing sun is gone,
This way, and that, she peers, and sees When he nothing shines upon,
Silver fruit upon silver trees; Then you show your little light,
One by one the casements catch Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log, Then the trav'ller in the dark,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog; Thanks you for your tiny spark,
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep He could not see which way to go,
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep; If you did not twinkle so.
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws and a silver eye; In the dark blue sky you keep,
And moveless fish in the water gleam, And often thro' my curtains peep,
By silver reeds in a silver stream. For you never shut your eye,
Till the sun is in the sky.
'Tis your bright and tiny spark,
Lights the trav'ller in the dark :
Tho' I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
Theme: Nature
Flint
Mud
by Christina Rossetti
by Polly Chase Boyden
An emerald is as green as grass,
Mud is very nice to feel
A ruby red as blood;
All squishy-squash between the toes!
A sapphire shines as blue as heaven;
I'd rather wade in wiggly mud
A flint lies in the mud.
Than smell a yellow rose.
A diamond is a brilliant stone,
Nobody else but the rosebush knows
To catch the world’s desire;
How nice mud feels
An opal holds a fiery spark;
Between the toes.
But a flint holds fire.
The rain has silver sandals
To walk in warm rain
by May Justus
by David McCord
The rain has silver sandals
To walk in warm rain
For dancing in the spring,
And get wetter and wetter!
And shoes with golden tassels
To do it again--
For summer's frolicking.
To walk in warm rain
Her winter boots have hobnails
Till you drip like a drain
Of ice from heel to toe,
To walk in warm rain
And get wetter and wetter! Which now and then she changes
For moccasins of snow.