by Kenneth Grahame
All along the backwater,
Through the rushes tall,
Ducks are a-dabbling,
Up tails all!
Ducks' tails, drakes' tails,
Yellow feet a-quiver,
Yellow bills all out of sight
Busy in the river.
Slushy green undergrowth
Where the roaches swim--
Here we keep our larder,
Cool and full and dim!
Everyone for what he likes!
We like to be
Heads down, tails up,
Dabbling free!
High in the blue above
Swifts whirl and call--
We are down a-dabbling
Up tails all!
from Sing a Song of Seasons
A Nature Poem for Each Day of the Year
selected by Fiona Waters
illustrated by Frann Preston-Gannon
Candlewick Press, 2018
Monday, May 25, 2020
Monday, May 18, 2020
New Day (Monday Poem)
by Ian McMillan
The day is so new
you can hear it yawning,
listen:
The new day
is yawning
and stretching
and waiting to start.
In the clear blue sky
I hear the new day's heart.
from Sing a Song of Seasons
A Nature Poem for Each Day of the Year
selected by Fiona Waters
illustrated by Frann Preston-Gannon
Candlewick Press, 2018
The day is so new
you can hear it yawning,
listen:
The new day
is yawning
and stretching
and waiting to start.
In the clear blue sky
I hear the new day's heart.
from Sing a Song of Seasons
A Nature Poem for Each Day of the Year
selected by Fiona Waters
illustrated by Frann Preston-Gannon
Candlewick Press, 2018
Monday, May 11, 2020
How Without Arms (Monday Poem)
by JonArno Lawson
How, without arms,
did the sun
climb over the trees?
And without knees
to sinks on,
how did it sink behind them?
And without eyes,
how did it peek
through the leaves?
And without
being wakened,
how did it rise?
from Sing a Song of Seasons
A Nature Poem for Each Day of the Year
selected by Fiona Waters
illustrated by Frann Preston-Gannon
Candlewick Press, 2018
How, without arms,
did the sun
climb over the trees?
And without knees
to sinks on,
how did it sink behind them?
And without eyes,
how did it peek
through the leaves?
And without
being wakened,
how did it rise?
from Sing a Song of Seasons
A Nature Poem for Each Day of the Year
selected by Fiona Waters
illustrated by Frann Preston-Gannon
Candlewick Press, 2018
Monday, May 4, 2020
On May Day (Monday Poem)
Anonymous
On May Day we dance,
On May Day we sing,
For this is the day
That we welcome the spring.
from Sing a Song of Seasons
A Nature Poem for Each Day of the Year
selected by Fiona Waters
illustrated by Frann Preston-Gannon
Candlewick Press, 2018
On May Day we dance,
On May Day we sing,
For this is the day
That we welcome the spring.
from Sing a Song of Seasons
A Nature Poem for Each Day of the Year
selected by Fiona Waters
illustrated by Frann Preston-Gannon
Candlewick Press, 2018
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