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Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Monday's Poem: August Days

August Days

Our pool splashes, our campfire songs,
our ice cream dashes, our pings our pongs.
Our badminton, tennis, archery, too,
our Monopoly, and, of course, our Clue.
Our flip flop shoes, our no-school rules,
our trip, our beach, our being fools.
Hot dogs, s'mores at summer camp,
lemonade and firefly lamps.
Our happy, humid, mosquitoey play,
our happiness with August days.

                        Anne Knowles

Monday, August 19, 2013

Monday's Poem: Train Ride

Train Ride

Robert, Bob, and Bobblely
Rode a train called Wobblely;
Bounced up and down
All through the town
And lost their frowns most probably.

Robert, Bob, and Bobblely
Loved the train called Wobblely;
Leaned left, leaned right
With all their might
And laughed all night most probably.

                                        Anne Knowles