9 Nov 2014
Nov 9 2014

The Trees The Trees : Can there be a forest without trees? Where are the trees in this poem, and where do they go? The trees inside are moving out into the forest, the forest that was empty all these days where no bird could sit no insect […]

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9 Nov 2014
Nov 9 2014

The Tree The Tree : I come from Nature Hoping for a nice future I grow and grow with aims. But every one uses me for games. People say Oh! Good fresh air… But carpenters say strong wood for chair… I have lots of wishes to fulfil… But […]

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9 Nov 2014
Nov 9 2014

The Tiger The Tiger : The tiger behind the bars of his cage growls, The tiger behind the bars of his cage snarls, The tiger behind the bars of his cage roars. Then he thinks. It would be nice not to be behind bars all The time Because […]

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9 Nov 2014
Nov 9 2014

The Tiger The Tiger : Tiger! Tiger! burning bright In the forest of the night What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize […]

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9 Nov 2014
Nov 9 2014

The Tale of Custard the Dragon The Tale of Custard the Dragon : This poem is written in the style of a ballad — a song or poem that tells a story. You must be familiar with ballads that narrate tales of courage or heroism. This poem is […]

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9 Nov 2014
Nov 9 2014

The Strength of A Nation The Strength of A Nation : POEM Not Gold, But only men can make A people great and strong Men who for truth and honour’s sake Stand fast and suffer long Brave men who work while others sleep Who dare while others fly […]

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9 Nov 2014
Nov 9 2014

The Story of The Road The Story of The Road : It is early morning. The road is asleep. Everything is quiet. But listen! The birds are calling softly. “Chirrup, chirrup, chirrup,” say the sparrows. “Chirrup, chirrup, chirrup.” “Caw, caw caw,” says the crow. “Caw, caw caw,” “wake […]

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9 Nov 2014
Nov 9 2014

The Squirrel The Squirrel : You may have seen a squirrel sitting on the ground eating a nut. What did it look like? Here is a poet’s description of just such a squirrel. He wore a question mark for tail, An overcoat of gray, He sat up straight […]

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9 Nov 2014
Nov 9 2014

The Soldier The Soldier : If I should die, think only this of me: That there’s some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, […]

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9 Nov 2014
Nov 9 2014

The Solitary Reaper The Solitary Reaper : Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the vale profound Is overflowing with […]

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