me still.
Love is like
Subjects
their wings.
Your minds full
,
Flies, worms, and flowers exceed
~Hans Christian Anderson
the colors of
know?
,
I will,little flower.”
through each of Or did you ,
dressed fine as
sunshine, freedom and a
success…
on fire
,
Let me be
not enough,” said the butterfly, “one must have
their victory and
light the world ,
Resource Types
coats than I:“Just living is
the story of Your smile could
websites: Appear in gayer ~Heinrich Heine, “New Spring”Then they share
they glowInformation obtained from
the butterfly
is hovering found.flowers in spring.
Like the moon ~Deborah ChaskinThe tulip and The sun's sweet ray
"When I was a child, my mother said to me, 'If you become a soldier, you'll be a general. If you become a monk you'll end up as the pope.
then emerge like as the starsown time.~Friedrich Nietzschegold,
My Mother
magic cocoon….Your eyes sparkle awaken in my
times.But round himself, all tender like
awhile in a so
butterfly, I too will be small at hovering round;
They stay out to tell you Just like the
understand how to A thousand times
and start spinning.I just had ~Maya Angelou
things must
love,on a limb snow
that beauty.of all good the butterfly's deep in
so, they go out On a winter
Mom and Me –
through to achieve for it. Whoever would partake With the rose
life,like sunlight rays
it has gone confess our love
~Edith Whartontheir lot in
You shine just the changeswhen we
Our Mother is the Sweetest
winter woods.They're content with
I've ever seenthe butterfly, but rarely admit
grass hates us butterfly in the
their life's just beginning.most beautiful thing
the beauty of me that the
athey see that
Your are the
We delight in them. It seems to
they had surprised they hatch…
You're My Butterfly~Rabindranath Tagore, /Stray Birds/stoop down to
happiness as if
eggs and after fly.thanks to him.
lower ourselves tocome suddenly upon
My Mom
First butterflies are other how to the flowers owe and have to They seemed to harm.”
But, you teach each is sure that
hand, have outgrown them ~Richard Buckminster Fuller
do it no you your wings,
The gaudy butterfly on the other
butterfly.Make sure you
God has given when they leave.
they are. We adults,
be abeauty in life.Learn to listen, laugh and cry
hum their thanks much taller than it's going to
of all the Be a lover, friend and playmate
from flowers and not yet so
that tells you “It's a symbol
has just begunBees sip honey
is who is in a caterpillar
arm…Your infinite journey
~Andre Gideas the child
Mommy, I Love You
There is nothing stayed at my with butterfly kisses
butterfly.
the flowers, the grass, and the butterflies~Nathaniel Hawthorne
As the butterfly Shower your lover
never become a as close to
you.of good luck”, my Mother said.
oneitself well would
We must remain sit down quietly, may alight upon
“It's a sign
When Mother Reads Aloud
of you are wanted to knowRoller”grasp, but which, if you will
sleeve.Now the two
own development. A caterpillar who ~Marianne Moore, “To a Steam
beyond yourlit at my Share together life's great adventure
himself arrests his vain, if it exists.butterfly, which when pursued, is always just
and a butterfly butterfly
is ugly. Whoever observesthe complement is Happiness is a
my Mother's side…wings of a
pernicious as it the congruence of
~Jeffrey Glassbergthe yard at
As if with Know thyself! A maxim as
but to question little sunshine.
I sat in soar
~Elizabeth Goudgeyou;
asummer's eve.
and learn to all indeterminate creatures.
conceive of one's attending upon side of life. And everyone deserves
on a balmy Spread your wings
fascinating as are As for butterflies, I can hardly to the sunny
ago…make it, so reach high
not quite flowers, mysterious andMilkweed”
butterflies lead you child many years
Is what you Not quite birds, as they were
~Robert Frost, “Pod of the Beautiful and graceful, varied and enchanting, small but approachable,Once as a
life togetherdrift in color, illuminating spring.
fairly faced.LebrunButterfly
Your flight through Flowers and butterflies
nothing must be ~Ponce Denis Écouchard
My Mommy Cuddles Me
Legend of the each partner brings.~John Grey
Should come to tethered butterfly.
beautiful!With the love
caterpillar, at rest.
why so much
The flower a Each one is
and it developsHe's but a
say the reason a flying flower,
special!A marriage grows And what's a butterfly? At best,
He seems to
The butterfly is Each one is
graceful wings,~Primo Levifuture on?
Seasons Poems
~Karl Krausdifferent!And unfolds its
decoded message, a symbol, a sign.have staked the
round.Each one is
emergesvalue of a
That science may the other way against the other?
Like a butterfly theall gone
usuallyWhy compare one
Jamesin our eyes
flowers and butterflies that it is
it can.Written by Larry
metamorphosis: the latter assumes Where have those
book. It's a misfortune flies the best
Tree Poems
all.perturbing mystery of
~Billy Elmersat reading a
but each one of healing for
not enact theinto a condor.
where a boy higher than others;be the start if they did
get to seventy, it stretchesbenchSome can fly
and may this stung, or above all thirty, but when you
net on a the wind,be remembered
bees, or if they when you're twenty or meadow. He put his
A butterfly in we mourn today
briskly likebreastbutterfly in a
A child is……..of those that
flew straight and great on your
poet chase a Wind Poem
may the spirit did not fly, or if they
tattoo. That butterfly looks I saw a
Butterfly In The earth angels,beautiful if they
Women, don't get a ~Robert Frost, “Blue-Butterfly Day”
thank you, lovely butterflies.of the tiniest
think them so~Deborah Chaskin
April mire.earth.On the wings
to it. We would not own time.freshly sliced the you beautify the
Flower Poems
Today, tomorrow, and beyond.symmetry: deeper motives contribute
awaken in my Where wheels have
you die,luck, happiness, and riches.colors and
butterfly, I too will wind and cling
from chrysalis until To bring you
not only from Just like the
over in the birth,
on.The butterfly's attractiveness derives
~Joseph ConradThey lie closed you represent new
shoulder to light ~Charles Dickenskeep still.
desireFor butterflies, butterflies,
And find your free.
heap of mud having ridden out
care?kiss the sun.
to be free. The butterflies are never on his
And now from Yet, does anyone truly
of the butterfly I only ask it; but man will
sing:dies,
May the wings ~William Wordsworth,
Ocean Poems
onand all but
heart when one Vladimir Nabokov
forth again!and sits still
flowers that fly it hurts my
to man.”And calls you
heap of dirt But these are colours rare,
sweetest passions known trees,finds a little
~Richard Bachwith so many are the two
out among the This magnificent butterfly
butterfly.Butterflies, beautiful butterflies,
“Literature and butterflies Hath found you
~Li Poauntil night.
Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.you, when the breeze
They hurt me. I grow older.of the world, the master calls
from early morning to me.What joy awaits
garden;calls the end
the flowers bright,Report was not
More motionless! and thenin the West
What the caterpillar of nectars from
by merchantman,How motionless! – not frozen seasOver the grass
Carlindaily fareBy frigate or
River and Stream Poems
or feedwith August
~Attributed to George gathering up your
ether seaif you sleep are already yellow
publicity.and flitting there,
If met in I know not
The paired butterflies gets all the
of flitting here the distant bird,
And, little Butterfly! IndeedTwilight”
but the butterfly have your fill.
If spoken by yellow flower~Dana Burnet, “A Sail at
all the work and let you
be.Self-poised upon that
Wind Poems
the blind wind's blowing?The caterpillar does admire you
Their coming mentioned half-hour;
Or are you butterflies.
They should just Though never yet, in any port,
now a full dream for going.changed, there'd be no
will?sea,
I've watched you Have you a If nothing ever
against your solemn Upon a shining
“To a Butterfly”Gray butterfly!~R.H. Heinlein
youbore away
wherever it goes.the sky,
propelled flowers.and to hold
And then together it pleases
Gray sail against Butterflies are self
to catch you a beam;
it pleases and ~Anton Chekhov
~Irish Blessingdare.
Purely Nature Poems
And rested on a butterfly: It goes where
repulsive caterpillar.Today, tomorrow and beyond.
How could anyone through the firmament
Love is like turns into aluck, happiness and riches
Butterflies, Oh, butterflies,Then stepped straight
~Hans Christian Andersonway around: a lovely butterfly
on, To bring you so rare.
a stream,little flower.”
is the other shoulder to light Your beauty is
And waltzed above sunshine, freedom and a with humans it
And find your Butterflies, Oh, Butterflies,
out at noonnot enough,” said the butterfly, “one must have
butterfly. Butkiss the sun
Butterflies, Oh, ButterfliesTwo butterflies went “Just living is
into a lovely of the butterfly
Through someone else's eyes.orchard, Town-end, Grasmere.
~Heinrich Heine,repulsive caterpillar turns
May the wings God's precious giftsWritten in the
is hovering found.In nature a
~Rabindranath TagoreFor we'd both seen
Reading poems with your child
are now.The sun's sweet ray ~Winfield Townley Scott, “Annual Legend”enough.surprise.As twenty days gold,toward Spain…moments, and has time In wonder and longBut round himself, all tender like a gold storm not months but waysSweet childish days, that were as hovering round;All together, and flew in The butterfly counts
went our separate young;A thousand times South America,shoulder.And so we And summer days, when we were love,rose up from sit on your wings.”song,
How to read a poem aloud
the butterfly's deep in A million butterflies will come and I haven't arms, just these two sunshine and of With the rose
What to notice when reading a poem
~Nikolaus Laszlo, Nora Ephron, and Delia Ephron,the grass it that swing,We'll talk of ~Richard Buckminster Fullerare.sit quietly in
not two legs on the bough!
be a butterfly.almost all hats it. But if you
But I have Sit near us it's going to
a mistake – asand never catch ground,us, fear no wrong;
that tells you out to be over the field to touch the Come often to
in a caterpillar that will turn
a butterfly all With human feet
in a sanctuary!There is nothing
buy a hat You can chase around
Here lodge as ~Nathaniel Hawthorneto Bloomingdales to
butterflies.once to walk are weary;you.
was goingchanged, there'd be no I'd love just wings when they sit down quietly, may alight upon 59th, where, I assume it
If nothing ever nose.Here rest your grasp, but which, if you will at 42nd, and off at loose, it'll fly.finger to my
I'm Glad the Sky is Painted Blue
are, my Sister's flowers;beyond yourone. It got on
hold it too Or touch my
My trees they butterfly, which when pursued, is always just the subway, and today, I saw
tight, it'll crush,my toes
The Crocus
orchard-ground is ours;
Happiness is a a butterfly in
hold it too To squish it's mud between This plot of
The Secret Song
~Jeffrey Glassberg
a story about a butterfly,
you,forth again!
a little sunshine.
Once I read
Love is like God's Earth with
And calls you And everyone deserves
~Philip Larkin, “Autumn”
wherever it goes”.
Is walk upon trees,
side of life.and died.
and it pleases to do
out among the
to the sunny summer settled there
it pleasesHe said, “What I'd love most
Hath found you butterflies lead you
As if all
it goes where would be.
you, when the breezeBeautiful and graceful, varied and enchanting, small but approachable,
rich it looksa butterfly,
what his wish
Trees
What joy awaits
Lebrunof butterflies so “Love is like
and told me More motionless! and then
~Ponce Denis Écouchard And the case it.
spoke to meHow motionless!–not frozen seastethered butterfly.
~Paul Erlichto have seen
Then magically he or feed.
The flower a the planet.
We feel lucky ground.
The Wind
if you sleep
a flying flower,other side of have stayed…
must touch the I know not The butterfly is
on thewish it could My human feet
And, little Butterfly! indeed~Karl Krauseffect climate changes And though we
to walk around.yellow flowerround.
a butterfly's wings can flies again,I've been designed Self-poised upon that
the other way The fluttering of But then it
arms.half-hour;usually
The Ferns
~Maya Angelou
world.I haven't wings, just these two
now a full that it is
that beauty.belong to our
charm.I've watched you
book. It's a misfortune through to achieve
beautynot your graceful
By William H. Davies. Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern British Poetry. 1920.sat reading a
it has gone brief moment, its glory and
But I have stone a flower.
where a boy the changes
and for a sun.
To make a bench
Mud
the butterfly, but rarely admit
a sunbeamtoward the summer
has powernet on a
the beauty of beside us like
To fly up Whose happy heart
meadow. He put his We delight in
A butterfly lights such fun
Small Butterfly;
Until I Saw the Sea
butterfly in a
~Rabindranath Tagore, /Stray Birds/Love
it would be joy like this
poet chase a
thanks to him.A Symbol of
It looks like
I'll make my
I saw a the flowers owe so right.
do.
I;~Robert Frost,
is sure that Where all seems
the way you
The Rain Has Silver Sandals
No care take
April mire.The gaudy butterfly
a dreamAnd sail around
bed be hard,freshly sliced the
when they leave.
Would be like fly with you
Now let my Where wheels have
hum their thanks esquisite flight,
I said, “I'd love to stone.
First Snow
wind and cling
from flowers and Of such an
enough to hear.On this unsweetened
over in the Bees sip honey
one momentThen drifted close
Beyond Winter
alone
They lie closed ~Dante Alighieri
To have but through the atmosphere
Friendless and all desire
judgment without screen?flitterings.
Maytime Magic
He soared up
Happy can lie;
having ridden out That flieth unto
In such elegant
through the sky.rough, hard rock
And now from
butterfly
petals of flowers
Came floating gently That on a
sing:
forth the angelic
To kiss the
Yesterday a butterfly
Hurt no living thing
A Butterfly;
and all but Born to bring
to have wings,
Butterfly Wishesfrom
flowers that fly are worms,
How it feels Tell of spring.
Here's an example
But these are comprehend that we
Green Stems
knows
Whisper secrets,(Sewall) James. Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
~Richard BachDo ye not
The butterfly only Petal wings—
By Alice Archer
a butterfly.~Andre Gide
tenderness.your
me.of the world, the master calls
butterfly.Of a loving
Kiss me with Take care of
calls the end never become a
within a dancein the sky.
done,What the caterpillar
itself well would
As if coupled Floating flower
O Earth, O Sky, your use in Carlin
wanted to knowWith the wind's gusty breath,
A Dragonfly
Butterfly,
In liberty.~Attributed to George
own development. A caterpillar who and rises
Flutter by,
I be onepublicity.
himself arrests his A butterfly lowers
ButterflyAnd nevermore can
gets all the is ugly. Whoever observes
freely say.all.
Fireflies in the Garden
twain.
but the butterfly pernicious as it Her heart may
seen it at That I am all the work
Know thyself! A maxim as Swiftly going wheresoeverthankful to have
comes an ache,—I knowThe caterpillar does ~Robert Graves, “Flying Crooked”
moves away,we are so
For swift there butterflies.
A Wee Little Worm
of flying straight.
And then quickly could have stayed,pain.
changed, there'd be no Master the art
closelywe wish it I find out If nothing ever
late,A butterfly hovers
Fishes' Evening Song
flies on again, and although
days grow,
~R.H. Heinlein
Will never now, it is too
Closely
but then it
I to three
propelled flowers.of flight)
A Butterfly Hovers
to our world…
And then when
Butterflies are self
(His honest idiocy
Today, tomorrow and beyond.
and beauty belong
swoon.
glorious new beginning”.
The butterfly, a cabbage-white,
luck, happiness and riches.
brief moment it's gloryI dream and
is really a
~Elizabeth Goudge
To bring you
and for a
lie,
The Sandpiper
be an ending
all indeterminate creatures.on.
beside us, like a sunbeam…in which I
what appears to
fascinating as are shoulder to light
A butterfly lights
Till, drunk with sweets
Often in life not quite flowers, mysterious and
And find your Beside Us
The one-winged moon,~Chuang Tzu
[N]ot quite birds, as they were kiss the sun.
A Butterfly Lights
that other butterfly,
The Eagle
a man.
a Fool”of the butterfly the wing!
And I watch dreaming I am ~William Butler Yeats, “Another Song of
May the wings Beautiful butterflies on
God’s confidence.now a butterfly
fool understands.An Irish Blessing
following spring,and light,
whether I am Not a poor
An Irish Blessing
granted.Returning home the For she has, instead of love
was a butterfly, orin his eyeheavens and be
To warmer climates, off they go!Serene and intense;
man dreaming I
One Day Butterfly
Has a learning taken to the
snow,night,
was then a of my hands,
it will be the cold and
opens the candid know whether I
In the prison releasing the butterfly
If winter brings And then wide
I do not butterfly,
the wish and
A Chrysalis
On mountaintops, and desert sand.And close mine, too.
~Vita Sackville-WestThis great purple
So by making The rainforest, field, and prairie land,
of things,hop.
~Carl Sagan
the Great Spirit.most anywhere:
the primrose heart mind on the
is forever.to anyone but
Making their homes I creep to changes of his
and think it wish
the air,do,
over his fellows: he catches thefor a day
no sound, they can't tell the Butterflies float in
Just as I the writer scores
butterflies who flutter Since they make golden yellow, too.
green wingsThat is where
We are like wish to it.
On wings of close their three
gone.
drift in color, illuminating spring.and whisper that orange, and silvery blue,
When the clovers
gone; life itself is Flowers and butterflies
capture a butterfly
On wings of in the sun.
moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is ~John Grey
musteye.
As she swings moment? For the
caterpillar, at rest.come true they that catch the
closëd together bebutterfly of the
He's but a a wish to
On colored wings Or perhaps they
net over the And what's a butterfly? At best,If anyone desires
byare one.
else, indeed, to clap the ~Primo Levi
LegendButterflies go fluttering
But her wings slip emptily by. How
badly decoded message, a symbol, a sign.An Indian Butterfly Butterflies
like me;are not to
value of a rare item.
After Wings
so right.moon was once
to write, if the days the
And you too, may become a
Where all seems The little white
It is necessary in our eyes
butterfly clan.a dream
I fill complete.Prince/, 1943, translated from French
metamorphosis: the latter assumes can from the
Would be like glad and fair~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, /The Little
perturbing mystery of learn all you
exquisite flight,lacks of the
about him.not enact the
remember, my friend, don't fight it, but,Of such an
Easter
That what it have learned anything
if they did sleeve…
one momentso sweet,think they
stung, or above all
stay at your To have but
And I am figures do they
bees, or if they ever chances to
flitterings.
a moment there,
father make?” Only from these briskly like
If a butterfly In such elegant
I sometimes settle
money does his
flew straight and For their beauty, tenacity and charm.
petals of flowersAcross and across.
he weigh? How muchdid not fly, or if they
human race…To kiss the
with blood
has he? How much does beautiful if they
by the whole
to have wings,heavy and spotted
old is he? How many brothers think them so
Sought and valued How it feels
Its wings are butterflies?” Instead, they demand: “How
to it. We would not
people should know.
knowsthe moss.
love best? Does he collect
symmetry: deeper motives contribute A lesson more
The butterfly only
Mariposa
It sits in he
colors andown insistence…
tenderness.good,—
voice sound like? What games does not only from persistence through their
Of a loving weed, God knows what
you, “What does his The butterfly's attractiveness derives
They arrive by within a dance
There ’s a tiny never say to
~Charles Dickensto go.
As if coupled whence?
about essential matters. Theyfree.where they want
With the winds's gusty breath,From who knows
you any questions to be free. The butterflies are Still they get
and risessymbol together whirled
friend, they never ask
Ode to a butterfly
I only ask the wind, it's true.A butterfly lowers
I and my new~William Wordsworth, “To a Butterfly”
Butterflies bend with freely say.
sense;have made a
forth again!life.
Her heart may Of spirit and
them that you And calls you you go through so ever
double world
Grown-ups love figures. When you tell trees,look for as
Swiftly going where drift through a
~P.G. Wodehouseout among the that you must
moves away,For double I
the adjoining meadows.
Hath found you doubt…And then quickly
me.of butterflies in you, when the breeze
the clouds of closelyTake care of
of the uproar What joy awaits the lining in
A butterfly hovers
have no home,~Steve Bull
More motionless! and thenThe silver is
Closelysoul and I formation, that's the trick.
How motionless! – not frozen seasgreen, and you'll always grow.A Butterfly Hovers
I am the to fly inor feed.
is saying Stay Lyrics/Song – Lenny KravitzIn liberty.
get the butterflies if you sleep their wingFly fly fly
to roameager. You have to
I know not the tip of Fly high
O Earth, O Sky, you are mine mentally ready and And, little Butterfly! Indeed
The green of Your're my butterflyLove everywhere
sign that you'reyellow flower
people can trust.sohave to pass
are fine – they're a physical Self-poised upon that
Always be someone to tell you
So tantalized to Nerves and butterflies half-hour;
blue.I just had air,
~Gerald Brenannow a full
The blue….That means true knowIn the sunny
endure much leisure.I've watched you is a must.
to let you the tawny grass
can
wherever it goes.To follow that
I just had I dance above
The butterfly
than to butterflies. Very few people it pleasesthe”Golden Rule”…
to knowtoo.
to the ants it pleases and their wings is
That I want And I swing
We are closer a butterfly: It goes where The gold in
of everythingblue.
~Isaac Wattstopmost pearl, it swings
flame.name.
Higginson. Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.hope in thee
that springsupon thy wings
Thou soberest sprite past all mirth.
earth!
The garden one Seeking thine airy
it sprung;
And flit on float a few Grasp that swift
sky,Or is thy
theethe garden’s fostering?Thou winged blossom, liberated thing,
beguiled,Through gorgeous cipher, past the reach
Thou songless wanderer St. Vincent Millay
false or true,cherish you
How he hangs we ever knewtake your hand.
Butterflies are white made the hay,
This audience of tropic show.Where parties, phantom as herself,
field
On miscellaneous enterpriseRepairing everywhere,
From cocoon forth looks at the
The air is butterfly must bearalways high and
O child, when things have
rich disdain.butterfly, you see,Was but the
I too had wonder why
has flown,—Its gauzy, splendid wings had
“She shall!” I said. How could I and eager eyes
A pretty creature, by and by,death, a spotted wing,Some day within
With doubtful look I made reply,
in her tiny And yet she It was not
found one day
againThen in his time.
luck, happiness and riches.
kiss the sun.thunderbolt he falls.
The wrinkled sea
Close to the The Atlantic Ocean.
But small or
Swift and brittle,wonder,Sleepy fish.
…Slash splish;
Eye to eye.Soothing sounds.Flip flop,
of the whole Hickory nut
Only, of course, they can't sustain the (And they were
earth come emulating Robert Frost
spun glass,And sat on
When the heat
Where no wind Is all they
a geranium,And every flower
Where ferns uncurlcrawl and creep
The example
Nor dancing gnat, nor beetle fat,dusty wing,
Christina Rossetti
that.grow…
A little seed
And through the Ralph Waldo Emerson
like popcorn-balls.snow.
Of ice from And shoes with
May Justusdid I know
that sunknow
Between the toes.
yellow rose.All squishy-squash between the
Through fathoms of like stillness,
The ferns lie
To a butterfly
the forest floor,the seawinds plunge am spent, I lie quiet
pink.move and ships
Or steal through
leaves from the James Reevesin watery Glade,
spreads along the
in the breeze,
Sara Coleridge creep over the
I, said the night Only me.fog
flash on a rose?
cup.Walter Crane
With such a I'm glad the
that interest them how we can notice anything new
• What do they • Were there any
poem?poem?
remind your child language as art.
notice when you the end of day!
to the season garden or can't get outdoors
world around them dimension that will
can get outside You can read
Bute SmedleyKao Shih-chi
Two butterflies went out at noon
by Charlotte Druitt Accordance of Nature
All That's Past by My Garden by
Christina RossettiEmily Dickinson
Before Quiet by by Fiona Macleod
Wind by Amy Edward Shanks
by Dolly RadfordChristina Rossetti
Dorothy Wordsworth
Windy Night by Evening by Percy
Where Do the Ellen Carhart
Mad River by The Cataract of
DaviesThe Gallant Ship
by Maude KearyWaves by Eleanor
By the Sea
Full Fathom Five Barry CornwallA Life on Sea Fever by
Robert Bridges
Dear Little Violets The Little Rose Edith King
Pull The Weeds The Rose Beyond Winged Seeds by
Radfordof Summer by
Daisy Song by
HulmeRossettiby William Cullen
The Clouds by Irene F. PawseyMillerShakespeare
Woodman, Spare that Tree Evening by Robert Robert BridgesCome Little Leaves
Learn to Fly
Ogden NashPleasant Changes by
A Summer Morning Spring Storm by
Cullen BryantI am glad
on walks with tickles my toes
misses melooks from such
You hug me Mommy, I know you
Mommy, I love you be true.
right, redress the wrong;When Mother reads ocean blue.
I cross the Mother reads aloud.thrilling fray;
vast,
aloud, the pastAhh the worlds To teach you
and hug youwas always there.
tells me I'm special,My mom is
always care.
goodbye.
My mom watches tells me I'm special,
My mom is mom of a all like liquid
Her love is
But passionately young,of paradise
Our mother is
Warm hearts and mom and me
as can be!me.
a mom is to light my you're always near.
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wood,
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eager young,On thee to
With sudden splendor, and the tree-tops highfragment of the
bowers?Take flight, and be like
Still held within herds!
In glad pursuit thy tints unrolled
wings of gold,Poetry of Edna
Whether I be
Suffer me to butterfly,
All the things Suffer me to
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zealous blew,As ’t were a
cloud,Contracting in a
abroadEmerged—a summer afternoon—
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To keep them again!”
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azure world, he stands.hands;
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in the heart worm in a
a very star-like start.in size,And here on were grass.
And wings like
A dragon-fly came
Eleanor Farjeon
sings
a bumblebee
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long-stemmed world
Little things that
light of leap,
Nor moth with
And then – a flower!
And that is To make it
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else today.The bushes look
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the spring,upon a shore.Nor
I never knewI did not feels
Than smell a nice to feelstorm quivers
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branchesAnd when I
scent of a Seas I can
tall towers,And strip the the forest lives.
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The Aspen quivers All alone.moss
the sun?pigeon,
Who saw the sunset drop from the
sunbeam in her between.
is painted green,for kids!into the topics
poems and discuss more than once. Did your child poem?
any rhyming words?language of the listen to the
• Does the poem Talk about using to what they
punctuation, rather than at on a rainy
match the poem If you don't have a with the natural
a wonderful extra poem. But if you
Robert BrowningStory by Menella
Evening Calm by
The Green Lady
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Emily DickinsonDouglas
Last Rites by
Evening West by Leroy F. Jackson
The Unknown Wind Irene F. PawseyThe Wind by
The March Wind The Wind by
The Wind by Ralph W. Emerson
KearyKUEI-FEI
The Brook by by Elizabeth Coatsworth
Alfred Tennysonby Mary Carolyn
ChuteBeneath the Sea
There Are Big by Dolly Radford
Robert Bridges
the Sea by Baker
Louis StevensonDusky Shore by George Cooper
Kate GreenwayDandelion Down by
by Richard Aldington
by Emily DickensonM. Garabrant
Buttercups by Dolly The Last Rose
Brainardby Thomas Ernest
Clouds by Christina
To a Cloud by Leroy F. Jackson
The Thief by
Cherries by Emily Tree by William
Steinon a Snowing
Hill Pines by E. SangsterWinter Morning by
AllinghamMarian Douglas
Ernest HulmeAutumn by William
to me,and also goes
for me,kisses me, hugs me and
Oh how mother care.
to scribble.aloud.So simple to
To help the aloud.
Or sail the and true;I meet when
I join the tramp of armies When Mother reads
On this Mother's Day.and need me
I'll kiss you loving mom that My mom always
teddy bear.My mom will to tell me
me grow,My mom always own.
Perfect for the That runs through has lived long.
beautifulShe knows more
a happy tear.cry on, secrets to shareBest friends forever
So I'm as happy good care of Celebrating the gift
You're the sunshine throughout my life This would be
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pretty wings,and beautiful way,yesterday,
faith endow!bow.
His emblem of And yet the
Thy calm eyes A second draught
O daintiest reveller on every blossomed Unfettered through the
Each fieldmouse keeps nests; they rear their
tints to thee,glance imbuesA sumptuous drifting o’er their parental
completed hours,other flowers,and flocks and every child
With Nature’s secrets in life that wavest
two.sky.take your hand.
Mark the transient two.we wander through.
sea.Till sundown crept, a steady tide,
And flower that In purposeless circumference,With an opposing
was seen
Except to stray her doorFrom Cocoon forth wings.
By Sarah Morgan
creeping painfainOnly a worm
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robbed me of Perhaps the secret
it fly,—would be dead?worm within its “And shall your
“And will it, truly?” questioned she—empty shell would brown thing
told her what “A butterfly is I would understand,
alive or dead.Had neither legs
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until Death kisses one-day butterflies,on.May the wings
his mountain walls,
Ring'd with the crag with crooked notion
And his voice thunder.of tide
Water smooth,Swush, swash, swish.
Plip plop,
As we lieLip lap;
belongs to me!”“O I live
A wee little Achieve at times
never equal stars
the upper skies,As though they
jointed body,land,
long-stemmed world.
Where no bird The belly of
thereBeneath the leaves
Deep in their Margaret Wise Brown
Nor grasshopper so Ladybird, nor butterfly,
A little while,A little wish,
A little earthbelow.
I see the Look like somewhere
where it falls.then she changes
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in and outblue.
so.the sea
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moving westward,High, high in the
rave and riot;a house-top or the
flowers.storm-clouds and shake without any key,
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Butterfly Quotes
of trees,fox,
Who saw the green light of
I, said the sea But nobody heard.
Who saw the petals
to catch a All sandwiched in
And the earth own nature poems
Follow your child's curiosity – do some research themes in the Read the poem
message in the • Can they identify surprising in the feel when they up?for kids.to pay attention pause at the rain is perfect also good. You can also
light.of the poem in nature, it will add to enjoy a
Pippa's Song by
The North Pole Dempster ShermanEnochOn Nature by A Moor by Blueberrying by Marian WordsworthThomas Hood
The Wind by
Kate GreenawayThe Thief by
Williams
George MacdonaldBryantby Clara W. Raymond
the Grass by River, River by Maude Dancing by ANG William Carlos WilliamsThe Mountain Brook
The Brook by The Selfish Sea
Undersea by Marchette Hilda DoolittleFannie Stearns DavisWhere Samphire Blows
Dusky Shore by
The Song of
Sand by Dorothy At the Sea-side by Robert Emily DickinsonMy Garden by
The Daisies by Vachel LindsayAux Vieux Jardin
Soft the Sun Dandelion by Nellie by Mary Howitt
by Jessie Pennimanby John Gardiner Above the Dock
Wadsworth Longfellow
Robert BridgesUnder the Willow La FontaineKerrUnder the Greenwood Trees by Evaleen
Stopping by Woods by Samuel RogersAwakening by Margaret F. ButtsSeasons by William
the Kettle by Autumn by Thomas
The Voice of
Sings sweet songs with me,
Washes my clothes me
you, you're always there.you show you
for little ones
My eyes, when Mother reads strong,to do...I scale, when Mother reads
jungle's prowling bands,
Seem very near
proudcast,I hear the
little one's mind!youYou feed me
you do.
For the fun very kind,Coz I'm her little kiss,She'll never have
My mom watches
very kind,
it on their mountains sing.A bubbling, laughing springAs one who She's not only
all.Simple and sentimental, sure to bring
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token or inscription.it,'Cause you take
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Then lend those
sunset its last heavenly hues,
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days mid flowers Yet dear to
birds,
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Suffer me to
in that hour,a day or In this field
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to gohay, then struggling hardHer pretty parasol trace,
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Think of the Wings once, they must be says, “Let him bemade him vain:
By Mary Emily And Death that
is mine alone.
here to see
My little Mädchen That ere the
sparkle of surprise
blue and gold.Till from the
How, slowly, in the dull So then I baby butterfly.”To see if Whether it was
Or crept, or climbed, or swam, or flew;
in her play,dance
waiting for a or honey
Aren't we all shoulder to light
todayHe watches from
lands,He clasps the
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Water clear,
Fish tails swish,
Drop by drop,fins
Slip slap,And it all
could be,James Whitcomb Riley
at heart)
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Down so lowof a trillium,Blows above them
world
grass forests,that creep.cheerily,
thing:A little shower…A little pat…
sow… The warm rosebuds
glaciers
I always play,Snow makes whiteness Which now and For summer's frolicking.
silver sandalsa sea breathes whole sea of could wrinkle water
Until I saw
the rosebush knowsI’d rather wade Polly Chase Boydenshifts between
In a light captured stillness.A storm is
Gene Baro
angry I can I can carry not wake the I can drive
through a doorway useful timber gives,
The Sycamore gives
up straight and called the King I, said the gray
The only one.firstsea?
I, said the fish,
But nobody knows.Who saw the reaches upfresh air
blue,to write their of nature.Talk about the
poet?• Is there a any unusual sounds?anything exciting or • How do they
a poem conjure the following poems
Encourage your child
each poem aloud, speak slowly and for kids about a window is
in a new connect the words poems for kids
is your imagination
ReevesBeatrix PotterWitchery by Frank Laughter by Olive
MareI Never Saw by William BlakeNotes by William
I Remember, I Remember by
O. W. Holmes
Little Wind by Prescott
by William Carlos
the Moon by by William Cullen
The Wild Wind The Wind in
Robert Louis StevensonConkling
Willow Poem by SoutheyEmily Dickinson
ScottJohn MasefieldSea Poppies by
Storm Dance by
Below the Rocks
Dolly Radfordby Epes SargentCastles in the Irene F. PawseyThe Sea by
Fieldby Elizabeth DaviesThe Dandelion by A. L. Fink
The Daisy Follows
Jane TaylorButtercups and Daisies The Wild Flowers Clouds at Morning
Hawkshawe
Sundown by Henry Upper Skies by by Marjorie Barrowsthe Acorn by
Night by William MorrisThe Little Fir
Coleridge
To An Oak
GoodaleWinter Night's by Mary Goodrich
The Song of Hoatsonme.
Says "sweet dreams" to me,giggles and talks amazes me
My mommy cuddles When I need By the way
Little words perfect the visions crowd
easy to be For noble deeds cold mists shroud,
Or hunt the aloud, far landsladies fair and spears and lances
every day;life in a
So smile 'cause I love me, too.For all that
my mind.My mom is will never miss,always hug and Of course she'll always know,
my mind.My mom is little to say And makes the
of life,kid, yet wiserecall.Most delicate of care.
climbing trees.for that little and you show I'm happy you're my mom,
I'm Happy You're My Mom to guide my My Mother, my friend so
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I kiss its
The color of I am made I am not Of immortality.
When death’s arrest bids
Forever soars in
to which the Thy feast no One drop of
wide banquet spreads food,But thou art errands all the
short hours, and die?
blazonry,
Caught when the lustre drawn from Irrevocably free,
Will they too
What secret tie Living his unspoiled of words,mid the songful
Second April.Death comes in Till the dawn
upon the flower.Will be ashes Death comes in and blue
And afternoon, and butterfly,idleness
And not withstanding To Nowhere seemed Where men made
The clovers understood.Without design, that I could a butterflysky
like a butterflyTo be a
fair:
learned to wear
My pretty boy His fine wings radiant creature’s flight!found a chrysalis,
The empty shell She was not spread,tell
All in a All radiant in And then another, would unfold,
the chrysalis;she answered me.“You’ve found a
handwas not sure, she said,anything that grew,
A curious something
and join the arms, tenderly rocked,Searching for partners Today, tomorrow and beyond.And find your
Order your butterflies beneath him crawls;sun in lonely Alfred Tennyson
not,
He runs and Races throughFrances FrostWater cold,Fish fins fan,
Water fallsWe fan our
Flip flap,
round world,Sang, happy as he part.
never really stars flies,Here come real It lit on my hand,
of the summerblows,
see, these little thingsThe back side upon its stemTo a greener
In the green
“Blue-Butterfly Day”
Nor harmless worms Nor cricket chirping Hurt no living A little sun,
A little hole,For me to wild-piled snowdrift
Over the winter And places where Marie Louise Allen
heel to toe,golden tasselsThe rain has
before,
could splinter a that windLilian MooreNobody else but toes!green.
As if water underwaterthe ferns have and roar.as quiet.
When I am I can sink;
a garden and
great oak tree.I can get
The Fir tree wall,
The Poplar grows The Oak is
stone?
owl,Who saw the come over the
bird?I, said the spider,
Margaret Wise Brown
The golden crocus lot of nice sky is painted
– and encourage them take better care with each reading?
think inspired the
words they didn't understand?• Did they notice • Did they find of anything?• What images does
read each of
“New Spring”
each line.When you read or weather. Reading a poem
then sitting by and see nature
help your child and read nature
poetry anywhere – all you need Spells by James
Little Garden by
Coleby J. J. Whittier
Walter de la George Cooper
Auguries of Innocence
A Thousand Blended Hazel HallSeptember Gale by Lowell
Flutter, Flutter by Mary
The Soughing Wind
The Wind and The West Wind Robert Louis Stevenson
Bysshe ShelleyBoats Go by
Water by Hilda
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowLodore by Robert My River by
by Sir Walter
Sea Fever by
Farjeonby D.B. McKean
by William ShakespeareThe Sea by the Ocean Wave
John MansfieldWhite Horses by
by John Moultrie
Tree by Rachel A Meadow Song by M. McKee
The wall by
Helen Gray ConeThe Violet by Thomas Moore
Grace Denio LittchfieldI Saw Two Moonlight by Ann
BryantPercy Bysshe ShelleyPine Tree Song The Pumpkin and
The Trees at by! by George Pope FrostTrees by Sara
by George CooperApril! April! Are You Here? by Dora Read Jane BrowneRamble by Samuel
William Carlos WilliamsAutumn by Florence
she belongs to
me,
for me,pampers me, praises me, always
small eyes!
oh, so gently;love me
- Joanna FuchsOh, thick and fast
It seems so aloud, I long
Far heights, whose peaks the
deserts' gleaming sands,When Mother reads Brave knights and
I see the Seems real as momma brings to
to play,'Cause you love Mommy, I love you
She's always on
very special,My days she My mom will me cry,
She's always on very special,little one too light
like the rush
Playful as a Than angels can the sweetest andhands that really
picking flowers and Timeless and perfect You love me
for their children.
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