The Falling Star (Monday Poem)

by Sara Teasdale

I saw a star slide down the sky,

Blinding the north as it went by,

Too lovely to be bought or sold,

Too burning and too quick to hold,

Good only to make wishes on

And then forever to be gone.

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 

Swing Song (Monday Poem)

by A. A. Milne

Here I go up in my swing

Ever so high.

I am the king of the fields, and the King

Of the town.

I am the King of the earth, and the King

Of the sky.

Here I go up in my swing . . .

Now I go down.

from Now We Are Six

by A. A. Milne

Dell, 1970

Solitude (Monday Poem)

by A. A. Milne

I have a house where I go

When there's too many people,

I have a house where I go

Where no one can be;

I have a house where I go,

Where nobody ever says "No";

Where no one says anything--so

There is no one but me.

from Now We Are Six

by A. A. Milne

Dell, 1970

Farewell! Like a Bee (Monday Poem)

by Basho

Farewell! Like a bee

reluctant to leave the deeps

of a peony.

from A Family of Poems: My Favorite Poetry for Children
Selected by Caroline Kennedy
Hyperion, 2005