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2 Who Has Seen The Wind? BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you: But when the leaves hang trembling, The wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their heads, The wind is passing by. Mountain Wind BY BARBARA KUNZ LOOTS Wind rushes down the timber chutes, between the mountain s knees a hiss of distant breathing, a silence a shouting in the trees. a recklessness of branches, a wilderness a-sway when suddenly takes your breath away 1

3 The Puffin BY DOUGLAS FLORIAN A puffin loves stuffin Its bill full of fishes It fills it with seven Or eight if it wishes. It always finds dishes Of fishes delicious. A puffin loves stuffin Its bill full of fishes. The Hedgehog BY J. J. BELL The Hedgehog sleeps beneath the hedge As you may sometimes see And I prefer it sleeping there To sleeping here with me! 2

4 The Reason I Like Chocolate BY NIKKI GIOVANNI The reason I like chocolate is I can lick my fingers and nobody tells me I m not polite I especially like scary movies cause I can snuggle with Mommy or my big sister and they don t laugh I like to cry sometimes cause everybody says what s the matter don t cry and I like books for all those reasons but mostly cause they just make me happy and I really like to be happy 3

5 A Frog in a Well Explains the World BY ALICE SCHERTLE The world is round and deep and cool. The bottom of the world s a pool with just enough room for a frog alone. The walls of the world are of stone on stone. At the top of the world, when I look up high, I can see a star in a little round sky. The Folk Who Live in Backward Town BY MARY ANN HOBERMAN The folk who live in Backward Town Are inside out and upside down. They wear their hats inside their heads And go to sleep beneath their beds. They only eat the apple peeling And take their walks across the ceiling. 4

6 Eating While Reading BY GARY SOTO What is better Than this book And the churn of candy In your mouth, Or the balloon of bubble gum, Or the crack of sunflower seeds, Or the swig of soda, Or the twist of beef jerky, Or the slow slither Of snow cone syrup Running down your arms? What is better than this sweet dance On the tongue, And this book That pulls you in? It yells, Over here! And you hurry along with a red, sticky face. 5

7 The Whales off Wales BY X.J. KENNEDY With walloping tales, the whales off Wales Whack waves to wicked whitecaps. And while they snore on their watery floor They wear wet woolen nightcaps. The whales! the whales! the whales off Wales, They're always spouting fountains. And as they glide through the tilting tide, They move like melting mountains. Pet Snake BY REBECCA KAI DOTLICH No trace of fuzz. No bit of fur. No growling bark, or gentle purr. No cozy cuddle. No sloppy kiss. All he really does is hisssssssssssss. 6

8 Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening BY ROBERT FROST Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. 7

9 Praying Mantis BY MARY ANN HOBERMAN That praying mantis over there is really not engaged in prayer. That praying mantis that you see Is really preying (with an e). It preys upon the garter snake. It preys upon the bumblebee. It preys upon the cabbage worm, The wasp, the fly, the moth, the flea. (And sometimes, if its need is great, It even preys upon its mate.) With prey and preying both so endless, It tends to end up rather friendless And seldom is commended much Except by gardeners and such. The Butterfly BY JOHN FULLER A book of summer is the butterfly. The print is small and hard to read, The pages ruffle in the wind, And when you close them up they die. 8

10 Long Trip BY LANGSTON HUGHES The sea is a wilderness of waves, A desert of water. We dip and dive, Rise and roll, Hide and are hidden On the sea. Day, night, Night, day, The sea is a desert of waves, A wilderness of water. The Caterpillar BY DOUGLAS FLORIAN The Caterpillar is not a cat. It's very small And short and fat. And with those beady little eyes Will never win a beauty prize. The caterpillar s brain is small It only knows to eat and crawl. But for this creepy bug don't cry, It soon will be a butterfly. 9

11 Aunt Sue s Stories BY LANGSTON HUGHES Aunt Sue has a head full of stories. Aunt Sue has a whole heart full of stories. Summer nights on the front porch Aunt Sue cuddles a brown- faced child to her bosom And tells him stories. Black slaves Working in the hot sun, And black slaves Walking in the dewy night, And black slaves Singing sorrow songs on the banks of a mighty river Mingle themselves softly In the flow of old Aunt Sue s voice, Mingle themselves softly In the dark shadows that cross and recross Aunt Sue s stories. And the dark- faced child, listening, Knows that Aunt Sue s stories are real stories. He knows that Aunt Sue never got her stories Out of any book at all, But that they came Right out of her own life. The dark- faced child is quiet Of a summer night Listening to Aunt Sue s stories. 10

12 Things BY ELOISE GREENFIELD Went to the corner Walked in the store Bought me some candy Ain t got it no more Ain t got it no more Went to the beach Played on the shore Built me a sandhouse Ain t got it no more Ain t got it no more Went to the kitchen Lay down on the floor Made me a poem Still got it Still got it Friend BY LANGSTON HUGHES I loved my friend. He went away from me. There's nothing more to say. The poem ends, Soft as it began-- I loved my friend. 11

13 How to Tell the Top of a Hill BY JOHN CIARDI The top of a hill Is not until The bottom is below. And you have to stop When you reach the top For there's no more UP to go. To make it plain Let me explain: The one most reason why You have to stop When you reach the top is: The next step up is sky. 12

14 Afternoon on a Hill BY EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. I will look at cliffs and clouds With quiet eyes, Watch the wind bow down the grass, And the grass rise. And when lights begin to show Up from the town, I will mark which must be mine, then start down! And 13

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