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running water
by Ralph Fletcher dripping off rooftops liquified diamonds lit by clean light babbling snow-melt bring the gossip spilling off mountains young laughing running water Copyright © 1997 Ralph...
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Spring Will Be Pretty
by Dave Crawley Spring will be pretty. Just give it a week, When flowers are blooming down by the creek. Bees will be buzzing as trees start to bud, But for the moment I’m covered with mud. Snow has...
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May Fly
by Mary Ann Hoberman Think how fast a year flies by A month flies by A week flies by Think how fast a day flies by A May fly’s life lasts but a day A single day To live and die A single day How fast it...
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A Brief Romance
by David L. Harrison “Oh Mistress Hen, Won’t you let me in?” The fox asked With a foxy grin, But the hen said, “I’m too clever.” “I love you so,” He murmured low, “Just one little squeeze, And then...
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Skydiver
by Charles Ghigna First step and he swallows the dry, delicious fear of walking on air. Body bent back into a bow, he falls into the arms of the screaming wind, his heart beating taps in his ears. Pop,...
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Driftwood Hut
by Renée LaTulippe Today we’ll build a driftwood hut, my brother and I, we two. A high-tide haul of branches means that we have work to do! We stack up thirty sea-slick sticks, and figure that it’s...
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Bully of the Tide
by Steve Swinburne I’m a low-down, dirty lobster, bully of the tide. You’d better keep your head down. You’d better run and hide. Check out my huge thorax. Have you ever seen such claws? I nosh on...
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Octopus Ink
by Kate Coombs The famous author hesitates to pick his pen up. He is shy. But wait! He autographs the water with a single word— good-bye. Copyright © 2012 Kate Coombs. From the book Water...
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The Woodpecker
by Deborah Ruddell If you think that his life is a picnic, a seesawing day at the park, I ask you just once to consider the aftertaste of bark. Copyright © 2007 Deborah Ruddell. From the...
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What Makes a Turbine Turn
by Steven Withrow The formless force that waggles a flag and shapes a ghost from a plastic bag and levitates a dragon kite and wrestles with the trees at night is named the same as that airy motion...
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