We Astronomers
By Rebecca Elson We astronomers are nomads, Merchants, circus people, All the earth our tent. We are industrious. We breed enthusiasms, Honour our responsibility to
By Rebecca Elson We astronomers are nomads, Merchants, circus people, All the earth our tent. We are industrious. We breed enthusiasms, Honour our responsibility to
Thanks to Poetic Touch: Nostalgia by Billy Collins (1941-) Remember the 1340’s? We were doing a dance called the Catapult. You always wore brown, the
By William Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd,
I get in the mood to watch this video by drchelpka from time to time–I love everything about it, especially that there are parents reading poetry
By Shirley Wilsey The bad dream came again The giant with the axe He was chasing me All over the house In the dark corner
by Robert Evans When my daughter was two we set out to go sledding; first layers of sweaters and snowsuits until she was a small
Except once, when you’re twenty, and the world pulses in time with your heart and all lead singers have names like Danny and are too
By Piet Hein I am a humble artist moulding my earthly clod, adding my labour to nature’s, simply assisting God. Not that my effort is
By Nancy Powell Here beneath this towering tree Atop this granite rock Lazy lying on this bed of straw My mother calls to me
By Leigh Hunt Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in: Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into