Poetry

Hearts Are Like Doors

Hearts, like doors, will open with ease
To very, very little keys,
And don’t forget that two of these
Are “Thank you, sir” and “If you please.”

— Anonymous

Icy Morning Haiku

Poetry

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On a frozen pond

a small dog is nervously

attempting to skate.

Way up in the tree

a black cat grins with delight,

watching and waiting.

Beneath the clear ice

a big fish wonders if all

dogs walk on water.

— James Carter

When Rain Whispers

Poetry

When rain

whispers

it is snow.

— Julie O’Callaghan

Sudden Storm

Poetry

The rain comes in sheets

Sweeping the streets,

Here, here, and here,

Umbrellas appear.

Red, blue, yellow, green,

They tilt and they lean,

Like mushrooms, like flowers,

That grow when it showers.

— Elizabeth Coatsworth

The Rain

Poetry

Rain on the green grass

And rain on the tree,

Rain on the house top

But not upon me.

— Anonymous

Little Fish

Poetry

The tiny fish enjoy themselves

in the sea.

Quick little splinters of life,

their little lives are fun to them

in the sea.

— D. H. Lawrence

The Star

Poetry

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.

When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

Then the traveler in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.

In the dark blue sky you keep,
Yet often through my window peep,
For you never shut your eye,
Till the sun is in the sky.

As your bright but tiny spark
Lights the traveler in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

— Jane Taylor

How All Things Praise the Lord

Poetry

Sun, moon and stars, by day and night,
At God’s commandment give us light;
And when we wake, and while we sleep,
Their watch, like guardian angels, keep.

The bright blue sky above our head,
The soft green earth on which we tread,
The ocean rolling around the land,
We were made by God’s almighty hand.

Sweet flowers that hill and dale adorn,
Fair fruit trees, fields of grass and corn,
The clouds that rise, the showers that fall,
The winds that blow – God sent them all.

The beasts that graze with downward eye,
The birds that perch, and sing and fly,
The fishes swimming in the sea,
God’s creatures are as well as we.

But us He formed for better things,
As servants of the King of kings,
With lifted hands and open face,
And thankful heart to seek His grace.

— Lord Montgomery