Froth and Bubble (Monday Poem)

 by A. L. Gordon

 

 

Life is mostly froth and bubble,

Two things stand like stone;

Kindness in another's trouble,

Courage in your own.

 

 

 

from This Place I Know: Poems of Comfort

selected by Georgia Heard

Candlewick Press, 2002 

 

 

 

 

Ring Around the World (Monday Poem)

 by Annette Wynne

 

 

Ring around the world

Taking hands together

All across the temperate

And the torrid weather.

Past the royal palm trees

By the ocean sand

Make a ring around the world

Taking each other's hand;

In the valleys, on the hill,

Over the prairie spaces,

There's a ring around the world

Made of children's friendly faces.

 

 

 

 

from This Place I Know: Poems of Comfort

selected by Georgia Heard

Candlewick Press, 2002 

 

 

 

Hold Fast Your Dreams (Monday Poem)

by Louise Driscoll 

 

Within your heart

Keep one still, secret spot

Where dreams may go,

And sheltered so,

May thrive and grow --

Where doubt and fear are not.

Oh, keep a place apart

Within your heart,

For little dreams to go.

 

 

from This Place I Know: Poems of Comfort

selected by Georgia Heard

Candlewick Press, 2002 

 

Hurt No Living Thing (Monday Poem)

 by Christina Rossetti

 

 

Hurt no living thing,

Ladybird nor butterfly,

Nor moth with dusty wing,

Nor cricket chirping cheerily,

Nor grasshopper, so light of leap,

Nor dancing gnat,

Nor beetle fat,

Nor harmless worms that creep.

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 

Plum (Monday Poem)

 by Tony Mirron

Don't be so glum,

plum.

Don't feel beaten.

You were made

to be eaten.

But don't you know

that deep within,

beneath your juicy flesh

and flimsy skin,

you bear a mystery,

you hold a key,

you have the making of

a whole new tree.

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 

Windsong (Monday Poem)

 by Judith Nicholls

I am the seed

that grew the tree

that gave the wood

to make the page

to fill the book

with poetry.

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 

To a Red Kite (Monday Poem)

 by Lilian Moore

 

 

Fling

yourself

upon the sky.

 

Take the string

you need.

Ride high

 

high

above the park.

Tug and buck

and lark

with the wind.

 

Touch a cloud,

red kite.

Follow the wild geese

in their flight.

 

 

 

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