Friendship

Friendship

I have a friend

that will be there till the end.

Trust, lust, can’t be contained,

For our love is so strong that we will have it still remain,

I have a friend

That will be there till the end.

I try all that a friend can do.

To make their secret dream come true.

May my friendship always be,

The most valuable thing to me.

My friend always finds a way.

To bring our friendship excitement to us everyday.

My friends are kind.

They have a peaceful mind.

When we play different activities together.

We share the ball with each other.

We do not cheat we are honest.

If we are combined we are the strongest.

Trust, lust, can’t be contained,

For our love is so strong that we will have it still remain,

I have a friend,

That will be there till the end .

By Renee Faiva

The Conquered Banner.

Furl that banner, for its' weary
Round , it's staff its
drooping dreamy
Furl it, fold it- it is best;
For there's not a man to wave it,
And there is not a sword to save it,
And there's not one let to lave it
In the blood which heroes gave it;
And foes now scorn and brave it;
Furl it, hide it-let it rest!

Furl that banner-furl it sadly;
Once ten thousand hailed it gladly,
And ten thousand wildly madly
Swore it should, forever wave
Swore that foe man's sword should never
Hearts like their entwined dissever,
And flag should float forever
O'er their freedom, or their grave.

The Sword Of Robert E Lee.

Fourth from it's scabbard, pure and bright
Flash the sword of Lee!
Far in the front of deadly fight,
High o'er the brave in the cause of right,
It's stainless sheen, like a beacon bright,
Led us to victory.

Out of it's scabbard, where full long,
It slumbered peacefully,
Roused from it's rest by the battle's song,
Guarding the right, avenging the strong,
Guarding the right, avenging the wrong,
Gleamed the sword of Lee.

Forth from it's scabbard all in vain
Bright flashed the sword of Lee;
"Tis shrouded now in it's sheath again,
It's sleeps the sleep of our noble slain,
Defeated, yet without a stain,
Proudly and peacefully.

Tree

Trees are the kindest things I know,
They do no harm, they simply grow.

And spread a shade for sleepy cows
And gather birds among their boughs

They give us fruit in leaves above,
And wood to make our house of ,

And leave to burn on Hallowe'en,
And in the spring new buds of green.

They are the first when day begun
To touch the beams of morning sun,

They are the last to hold the light
When evening changes into night,

And when moon floats on the sky
They hum a drowsy lullaby

Of sleepy children long ago......
Trees are the kindest things I know.

Arbor Day.

To plant a tree! How small the twig,
And I beside it - very big.

A few years pass; and now the tree
Looks down on very little me.

A few years more- it is so high
It branches seem to touch the sky.

I did not know that it would be
So vast a thing to plant a tree!

April Fool

"I saw a elephant walking down the road.
He had a book and was going to school.
He carried a satchel to hold
APRIL FOOL!"

"I saw your grandmother and your aunt
Fishing for salmon in the mill-steam pool.
They'd caught a dozen and maybe more
APRIL FOOL!"

"Mercy! whoever has mended your skirt?
The needle's still there and the thread and spool.
Didn't feel them there at the hem?
APRIL FOOL!"

All Fool's Day

The first of April, some do say
Is set apart for All Fool's Day;
Nor I, nor themselves, do know.
But on this day are people sent
On purpose for pure merriment.

Welcome To The New Year.

Hey , my lady, ho, my lad
Here's a new broom
Heaven's your housetop
And earth is your room.

Tuck up your shirtsleeves,
There's plenty to do-
Look at the muddle
That's waiting for you!

Dust in the corners
And dirt on he floor,
Cobwebs still clinging
To window and doors.

Hey, my lad! ho, my lad!
Nimble and keen-
Here's your new broom, my lad
See you sweep clean.

Books

A boy called Jack, as I've been told 
Would sit for hours-good as gold-
Not with pile, like Master Horner,
And plums, for dainties, in his corner,
But silent in some chosen nook
And spell-bound-by a story-book!
Whether the dawn brought sun or rain,
Back to it's pages he'd hasten again;
He had even wheedled from his friends
A secret hoard of candle-ends,
And slumber far from his round head-
Would real, till dead of night-in bed!

Hallowe'en

Tonight is the night
When dead leaves fly
Like witches on switches
Across the sky
When elf and sprite
Flit through the night
On a moony sheen.

Tonight is the night
When leaves make a sound
Like gnome in his home
Under the ground,
When spooks and trolls
Creepy out of the holes
Mossy and green.

Tonight is the night
When pumpkins stare
Through sheaves and leaves
Everywhere,
When ghoul and ghost
And goblin host
Dance round their queen.
It's Hallowe'en!

Christmas Morning.

If Bethlehem were here today,

Or this were very long ago,

There wouldn't be a winter time

Nor any cold or snow.

I'd run out through the garden gate,

And down long the pasture walk;

And off beside the cattle barns

I'd hear a kind of gentle talk.

I'd move the heavy iron chain

And pull away the wooden pin;

I'd push the door a little bit

And tiptoe very softly in.

The pigeon and the yellow hens

And all the cows would stand away;

Their eyes would open wide to see

A lady in the manger hay,

If this were very long ago

And Bethlehem were here today.

And mother held my hand and smiled

I mean the lady would and she,

Would take the woolly blankets off

Her little boy so I could see.

Thanksgiving Day.

The Pilgrims came across the sea.
And never thought of you and me;
And yet it's very strange the way
We think of them Thanksgiving Day.

We tell their story, old and true
Of how they sailed across the blue,
And found a new land to be free.
And built their homes quite near the sea.

Every child knows well the tale
Of how they bravely turned the sail,
And journeyed many a day and night.
To worship God as they thought right.

The people think that they were sad,
And grave; I'm sure that they were glad
They made Thanksgiving Day that's fun.
We thank the Pilgrims, everyone!

Books

Books are more than words,

more than birds'

brightness, more than song.

They last long.

When the covers close

wisdom grows;

every thought is root,

leaf, and fruit.

Every good page turned

to lore learned.

higher still when found

not in bound

books, but in the vast 

wood where passed,

still and deep, the sower.

Write now, growers.

A Valentine.

Frost flowers on the window glass,

Hopping chickadees that pass,

Bare old elms that behind bend and sway,

Pussy willow, and soft and gray,

Silver clouds across the sky,

Lacy snowflakes flitting by,

Icicles like fringe in line

That's is outdoor's Valentine!

George. Washington

He played by the river when he was young,
He raced with the rabbits along the hills,
He fished for minnows, and climbed and swung,
and hooted back at the whirlpools,
Strong and slender and tall he grew
And then, one morning, the bugles blew.

Over the hill the summons came,
Over the river's shining rim.
He said that the bugles called his name,
He knew that his country needed him,
And he answered coming and marched away
For many a night and many a day

Perhaps when the marches were hot and long
He'd think of the river flowing by,
Or,camping under the winter sky,
Would hear the whirlpool's far-off song.
Boy or man, and in peace or strife,
He loved America all his life!

Christopher Columbus

There are lots of queer things that discovers do.
But his was the queerest, I swear.
He discovered our country in One Four Nine Two
By thinking it couldn't be there.

It was his folly, it wasn't his fault,
For the very best maps of the day
Showed nothing but water,extensive and salt,
On the West, between Spain and Bombay.

There were monsters, of course, every watery mile,
Great krakens with blubbery lips
And sea-serpents smiling a crocodile-smile
As they waited for poor little ships.

There were whirlpools and maelstroms, without doubt
And tornado of lava and ink.
(Which as nobody yet had been there to find out,
Seem a little bit odd, don't you think?)

But Columbus was bold and Columbus set sail
(Thanks to Queen Isabella, her pelf),
For he said" Though there may be both monster and gale,
I'd like to find out for myself."

And he sailed ad he sailed and he sailed and he sailed,
Though his crew would have have gladly turned round
And, morning and evening, distress fully wailed
"This is running things into the ground!"

But his paid no attention to protest or squall,
The obstinate son of the mast,
And so, in the end, he discovered us all,
Remarking,"Here is India, at last!"

He didn't intend it, he meant to heave to
At Calcutta, Rangoon or Shanghai,
There are many queer things that discovers do.
But his was the queerest. Oh my!

In The Week When Christmas Comes.

Lets every pudding burst with plums,
And every tree bear dolls and drums,
In the week when Christmas comes.

Let every hall have boughs of green,
With berries glowing in between,
In the week when Christmas comes.

Let every doorstep have a song,
Sounding the dark street along,
In the week when Christmas comes.

Let every steeple ring a bell.
With joyful tale to tell,
In the week when Christmas comes.

Let every stable have a lamb.
Sleeping warm beside its dam,
In the week when Christmas comes.

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow.
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky.
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scare heard amid the guns below.

We are dead. Short days ago
We lived,felt dawn,saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up your quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If you break with us who die.
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow.
In Flanders Field

Night And Morning.

The morning sits outside afraid
Until my mother draws the shade;

Then it bursts in like a ball,
Splashing sun all up the wall.


And the evening is not right
Until she's tucked me in just right.
And kissed me and turned out the light.

Oh if my mother went away.
Who would start the night and day?

April Fools Prank

A poodle ate

A doughnut,

And turned into a wheel.

A zebra said

"Good Morning!"

To a pretty diving seal.

A monkey found

Two drum sticks,

And drummed upon the moon

A cat sat down

To the banquet

With a fork and knife and spoon.

A bull bowed on

A fiddle,

On top of a hemlock tree.

Grandpa drank

A poem;

And he wrote a cup of tea.

A goat, a pig,

A rooster-

Went marching off to school.

I am a queen

On a golden throne!

What fun! It's APRIL FOOL!