November-2 Poems

“I’m Nobody”

by

Emily Dickinson

I’m nobody!  Who are you?

Are you -- Nobody -- Too?

Then there’s a pair of us?

Don’t tell!  They’d advertise-- you know!

How dreary -- to be -- Somebody!

How public -- like a frog --

To tell one’s name -- the livelong June --

To an admiring Bog!

The Turkey

by

Richard Digance

Turkeys don’t like Christmas,

which may come as no surprise.

They say why don’t human beings

pick on people their own size.

To sit beside potatoes

in an oven can’t be fun,

so a Turkey is quite justified

to feel he’s being done.

October

"Windy Nights" by Robert Louis Stevenson

Whenever the moon and stars are set,

Whenever the wind is high,

All night long in the dark and wet,

A man goes riding by.

Late in the night when the fires are out,

Why does he gallop and gallop about?

Whenever the trees are crying aloud,

And ships are tossed at sea,

By, on the highway, low and loud,

By at the gallop goes he.

By at the gallop he goes, and then

By he comes back at the gallop again.

August/September

"Sea Fever" by John Masefield

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely seas and   the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,

And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,

And a gray mist on the sea’s face, and a gray dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,

To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,

And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

May Poem

“The Road Not Taken”

By Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

April Poem

"Mother to Son"

Well, son, I’ll tell you:

Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair,

It’s had tacks in it,

And splinters, And boards torn up,

And places with no carpet on the floor-

Bare.

But all the time

I’se been a-climbing on,

And reachin’ landin’s

And turning corners,

And sometimes goin’ in the dark

Where there ain’t been no light.

So boy, don’t you turn back.

Don’t you set down on the steps

“Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.

Don’t you fall now-

For I’se still goin’, honey,

I’se still climbin’,

And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

Langston Hughes

March Poem

The Wind

I saw you toss the kites on high

And blow the birds about the sky;

And all around I heard you pass

Like ladies’ skirts across the grass—

     O wind, a blowing all day long,

     O wind, that sings so loud a song!

I saw the different things you did,

But always you yourself you hid,

I felt you push, I heard you call,

I could not see yourself at all—

     O wind, a-blowing all day long,

     O wind, that sings so loud a song!

O you that are so strong and cold,

O blower, are you young or old?

Are you a beast of field and tree,

Or just a stronger child than me?

     O wind, a-blowing all day long,

     O wind, that sings so loud a song!

Robert Lewis Stevenson

February Poems - 2 poems

“The Dream Keeper”

Bring me all of your dreams,
you dreamers,
Bring me all your heart melodies,
that I may wrap them in a blue cloud cloth,
Away from the too rough fingers of the world.

Langston Hughes

 “Dreams”

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

Langston Hughes

"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"

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 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.

Robert Frost

December Leaves

by Kaye Starbird

The fallen leaves are cornflakes

That fill the lawn’s wide dish,

And night and noon

The wind’s spoon

That stirs them with a swish.

The sky’s a silver sifter,

A-sifting white and slow,

That gently shakes

On crisp brown flakes

The sugar known as snow.