The Sandpiper (Monday Poem)

 by Frances M. Frost

At the edge of the tide

He stops to wonder,

Races throught

The lace of thunder.

On toothpick legs

Swift and brittle,

He runs and pipes

And his voice is little.

But small or not,

He has the notion

To outshout 

The Atlantic Ocean.

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 Silver Road (Monday Poem)

by Hamish Hendry

 

 

Last night I saw a Silver Road

Go straight across the Sea;

And quick as I raced along the Shore,

That quick Road followed me.

It followed me all round the Bay,

Where small Waves danced in tune;

And at the end of the Silver Road

There hung a Silver Moon.

A large round Moon on a pale green Sky,

With a Pathway bright and broad;

Some night I shall bring that Silver Moon

Across that Silver Road!

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

At the Seaside (Monday Poem)

 by Robert Louis Stevenson

When I was down beside the sea

A wooden spade they gave to me

To dig the sandy shore.

My holes were empty like a cup,

In every hole the sea came up,

Till it could come no more.

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

A Dragonfly (Monday Poem)

 by Eleanor Farjeon

When the heat of the summer

Made drowsy the land,

A dragonfly came

And sat on my hand,

With its blue jointed body,

And wings like spun glass,

It lit on my fingers

As though they were grass.

 

 

 

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