First and Second Grade

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first and second grade poetry selections 1. long, long ago winds through..the stars at night. i'm thankful for each flower and tree and..bow down their heads, the wind is passing by. 3. best of...

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First and Second Grade Poetry Selections 1. LONG, LONG AGO Winds through the olive trees Softly did blow, Round little Bethlehem Long, long ago. Sheep on the hillside lay Whiter than snow; Shepherds were watching them, Long, long ago. Then from the happy sky Angels bent low, Singing their songs of joy, Long, long ago. For in a manger bed, Cradled we know, Christ came to Bethlehem Long, long ago. 2. MANNERS By Florence A. Richardson Water and soap will make you sweet; Brush and comb will keep you neat; But "Thank you," "Please," and "Pardon me," Will make a sweeter child of thee. With clothes that have no spot or rent, With shoes that shine, be not content, But polish up your manners, too; Make courtesy a part of you. 4. MY FRIEND By Lela Birky Before I go to bed at night, I like to kneel and pray; And it is very nice to know That God hears what I say. I always tell Him, "Thank You, God, For all Your gifts to me." I like to tell Him everything, For He's my Friend, you see. I never need to be afraid, For God is always near; I always try to please my Friend; And then I never fear. 5. A CHILD'S SONG I'm thankful for the sunshine bright, For rain and for the stars at night. I'm thankful for each flower and tree And all the beauty that I see. I'm grateful for our singing birds, And for my mother's gentle words. I'm grateful for kind friends and true; Help me to be a good friend, too. 6. THE WIND By Christina Rossetti Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you. But when the leaves hang trembling, The wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I. But when the trees bow down their heads, The wind is passing by. 7. TIME Sixty seconds in a minute; How much good can I do in it? Sixty minutes in an hour; I All the good that's in my power. love Him best of all. Twenty hours and four, a day; Time to work and sleep and play. 3. BEST OF ALL I love the sweet wildflowers that bloom Within the woodland way; I love the little birds that sing, And carol at their play. I love the brook - the babbling brook, The trees so strong and tall; But my dear Lord, who loveth me, I love Him best of all. Page 1
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First and Second Grade Poetry Selections 8. MY GIFT By Christina Rosseni What can I give Him, Poor as I am? If I were a shepherd, I would give Him a lamb; If I were a Wise Man. I would do my part; What can I give Him? I'll give Him my heart. 9. THE SECRET How does the busy squirrel know The place where nuts and acorns grow? What makes him pick them from the ground And hide them where they can't be found? How does he know on winter days Just where his winter storehouse lays? We know the secret, every whit; God tells the squirrel all of it. 10. OVERHEARD IN AN ORCHARD By Elizabeth Cheney Said the Robin to the Sparrow: "I should really like to know Why these anxious human beings Rush about and worry so." Said the Sparrow to the Robin; "Friend, I think that it must be That they have no heavenly Father Such as cares for you and me." 11. A MATTER OF TASTE By Eve Merriam What does your tongue like the most? Chewy meat or crunchy toast? A lumpy bumpy pickle or tickly pop? A soft marshmallow or a hard lime drop? Hot pancakes or a sherbet freeze? Celery noise or quiet cheese? Or do you like pizza More than any of these? 11. THE END By A.A. Milne When I was One, I had just begun. When I was two, I was nearly new. When I was Three. I was hardly Me. When I was Four, I was not much more. When I was Five, I was just alive. But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever. So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever. 12. THE JOLLY WOODCHUCK By Marion Edey and Dorothy Grider The woodchuck's very, very fat But doesn't care a pin for that. When nights are long and the snow is deep. Down in his hole he lies asleep. Under the earth is a warm little room The drowsy woodchuck calls his home. Rolls of fat and fur surround him, With all his children curled around him, Snout to snout and tail to tail. He never awakes in the wildest gale; When icicles snap and the north wind blows He snores in his sleep and rubs his nose. 14. GRIZZLY BEAR By Mary Austin If you ever, ever, ever meet a grizzly bear, You must never, never, never ask him where He is going, Or what he is doing; For if you ever, ever dare To stop a grizzly bear, You will never meet another grizzly bear. Page 2
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First and Second Grade Poetry Selections 15. MARY HAD A PRETTY BIRD Mother Goose Mary had a pretty bird. Feathers bright and yellow, Slender legs; upon my word, He was a pretty fellow. The sweetest notes he always sang, Which much delighted Mary; And near the cage she'd ever sit To hear her own canary. 16. FRIENDS by Dorothy Aldis Children who are friends do not Always see each other; If it rains or they are bad They stay home with their mother. But twice a day and every day, No matter what the weather. Little toothbrushes and teeth HAVE to play together. 17. YOUR PLACE by John Oxenham Is your place a small place? Tend it with care!— He set you there. Is your place a large place? Guard it with care! He set you there. Whate'er your place, it is Not yours alone, but His Who set you there. 18. THE PANTHER by Ogden Nash The panther is like a leopard, Except it hasn't been peppered, Should you behold a panther crouch, Prepare to say OUCH. Better yet, if called by a panther, Don't anther. 19. LITTLE TALK by Aileen Fisher Don't you think it's probable that beetles, bugs, and bees talk about a lot of things- you know, such things as these: The kind of weather where they live in jungles tall with grass and earthquakes in their villages whenever people pass! Of course, we'll never know if bugs talk very much at all, because our ears are far too big for talk that is so small. 20. MOUTHS by Dorothy Aldis I wish I had two little mouths Like my two hands and feet- A little mouth to talk with And one that just could eat. Because it seems to me mouths have So many things to do- All the time they want to talk They are supposed to chew! 21. THE SQUIRREL Anonymous Whisky, Frisky, Hippity hop, Up he goes To the tree top! Whirly, twirly, Round and round, Down he scampers To the ground. Furly, Curly, What a tail! Tall as a feather, Broad as a snail! Where's his supper? In the shell, Snap, cracky, Out it fell. Page 3
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First and Second Grade Poetry Selections 22. THE WORM by Ralph Bergengren When the earth is turned to spring The worms are fat as anything. And birds come flying all around To eat the worms right off the ground. They like worms just as much as I Like bread and milk and apple pie. And once, when I was very young, I put a worm right on my tongue. I didn't like the taste a bit, And so I didn't swallow it. But oh, it makes my Mother squirm Because she thinks I ate that worm! 23. WINTER COATS by Dorothy Aldis In October, when they know- That very soon there will be snow Cows and horses, sheep and goats Start to grow their winter coats. Each year they grow them, fine and new (And fitting very nicely too) But with no button to undo Nor pockets for a handkerchief. And so they have to snort and sniff. 24. MR. RABBIT by Dixie Willson Mr. Rabbit has a habit That is very cute to see. He wrinkles up and crinkles up His little nose at me. I like my little rabbit, And I like his little brother, And we have a lot of fun Making faces at each other! 25. VELVET FIELD MOUSE by Nona Keen Duffy Velvet, field mouse, soft and sweet, Has four pussywillow feet! Has a soft and silky coat And a furry, silver throat See him sit on two hind feet See him hold the food and eat! He likes seeds of many kinds Eats the plumpest that he finds. Tiny, timid, velvet mouse Has a haystack for his house. 26. FUZZY, WUZZY, CREEPY CRAWLY by Lillian Schultz Vanada Fuzzy, wuzzy, creepy crawly Caterpillar funny You will be a butterfly When the days are sunny. Winging, flinging, dancing, springing Butterfly so yellow You were once a caterpillar, Wiggly, wiggly fellow. 27. IF ALL THE SEAS WERE ONE SEA Anonymous If all the seas were one sea, What a great sea that would be! And if all the trees were one tree, What a great tree that would be! And if all the axes were one axe, What a great axe that would be! And if all the men were one man, What a great man that would be! And if the great man took the great axe, And cut down the great tree, And let it fall into the great sea, What a splish splash that would be! Page 4
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First and Second Grade Poetry Selections 28. HOW DOTH THE LITTLE CROCODILE by Lewis Carroll How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale! How cheerfully he seems to grin, How neatly spreads his claws, And welcomes little fishes in With gently smiling jaws! 30. HOLDING HANDS by Lenore M. Link Elephants walking Along the trails Are holding hands By holding tails. Trunks and tails Are handy things When elephants walk In Circus rings. Elephants work And elephants play And elephants walk And feel so gay. And when they walk- It never fails They're holding hands By holding tails. 31. FATHER, WE THANK THEE by Ralph Waldo Emerson For flowers that bloom about our feet, Father, we thank Thee, For tender grass so fresh and sweet, Father, we thank Thee, For the song of bird and hum of bee, For all things fair we hear or see, Father in heaven, we thank Thee. 32. KIND WORDS by Henry W. Longfellow Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits. Take care of the gardens, And keep them from weeds. Fill, fill them with flowers, Kind words and kind deeds. 33. WHISTLE by Dorothy Aldis I want to learn to whistle, I've always wanted to; I fix my mouth to do it, but The whistle won't come through. I think perhaps it's stuck and so I try it once again; Can people swallow whistles; Where is my whistle then? 34. BUGS by Dorothy Aldis I like bugs. Black bugs, Green bugs, Bad bugs. Mean bugs, Any kind of bug. A bug in a rug. A bug in the grass, A bug on the sidewalk, A bug on the glass, I like bugs. Round bugs, Shiny bugs, Fat bugs, Buggy bugs, Big bugs, Lady bugs, I like bugs. Page 5
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First and Second Grade Poetry Selections 35. THE ELEPHANT Author Unknown The elephant walks like this and like that. He’s very tall, and he’s very fat. He has no fingers, but he does have toes, And goodness gracious, What a nose! 36. BOATS SAIL ON THE RIVERS Christina Rosetti Boats sail on the rivers, And ships sail on the seas; But clouds that sail across the sky Are prettier far than these. There are bridges on the rivers, As pretty as you please; But the bow that bridges heaven, And overtops the trees, And builds a road from earth to sky, Is prettier far then these. 37. INDIAN CHILDREN Annette Wynne Where we walk to school each day Indian children used to play- All about our native land, Where the shops and houses stand. And the trees were very tall, And there were no streets at all, Not a church and not a steeple- Only woods and Indian people. Only wigwams on the ground, And at night bears prowling round- What a different place today Where we live and work and play! 38. IN THE HEART OF A SEED Kate Brown In the heart of a seed, Buried deep, so deep, A dear little plant Lay fast asleep. “Wake,” said the sunshine, “And creep to the light.” “Wake,” said the voice Of the raindrops bright. The little plant heard; And it rose to see What the wonderful Outside world might be. 39. GOD GAVE ME EYES Olive Burt God gave me eyes That I might see The wonder of a blossoming tree; My dolly’s face, My story book, And how the various creatures look. God gave me ears That I might hear The laugh of brooklets ringing clear, My kitten’s purr, A violin, And Mother when she calls me in. God gave a tongue That I might know The flavor of all fruits that grow, The taste of honey From the bee, And good things Mother cooks for me. I thank you, God, For making me So that I hear and feel and see; And since these good things Come from You, I’ll use them as you want me to. Page 6
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First and Second Grade Poetry Selections 40. THE WONDERFUL WORLD William B. Rands “Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful world, With the wonderful water around you curled, And the wonderful grass upon your breast,- World, you are beautifully dressed. “The wonderful air is over me, And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree,- It walks on the water, and whirls the mills, And talks to itself on the top of the hills. “You friendly Earth! how far do you go With the wheat-fields that nod and the rivers that flow, With cities and gardens, and cliffs, and isles, And people upon you for thousands of miles?” 41. THE BROWN THRUSH Lucy Larcom There’s a merry brown thrush sitting up in the tree. “He’s singing to me! He’s singing to me!” And what does he say, little girl, little boy? “Oh, the world’s running over with joy! Don’t you hear? Don’t you see? Hush! Look! In my tree, I’m as happy as happy can be!” And the brown thrush keeps singing, “A nest do you see, And five eggs, hid by me in the juniper tree? Don’t meddle! Don’t touch, little girl, little boy, 42. A THANK YOU PRAYER Author Unknown For milk to drink and food to eat; For eyes and ears and hands and feet; Thank You, God. For mother, father, and their care; For our house and clothes to wear; Thank You, God. For friends with whom I run and play; For sun and rain and night and day; Thank You, God. For all the things you give to me Help me to always thankful be. Thank You, God. 43. THE LAMB William Blake Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Gave thee life, and bade thee feed By the stream and o’er the mead? Gave thee clothing of delight- Softest clothing, woolly, bright? Gave thee such a piping voice, Making all the fields rejoice? Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Little lamb, I’ll tell thee- Little lamb, I’ll tell thee. He is called by thy name, For He calls Himself a Lamb; He is meek, and He is mild. He became a little child. I a child, and thou a lamb, We are called by His name. Little lamb, God bless thee! Little lamb, God bless thee! Or the world will lose some of its joy! Now I’m glad! Now I’m free! And I always shall be, If you never bring sorrow to me.” Page 7
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First and Second Grade Poetry Selections 44. WYNKEN, BLYNKEN, & NOD Eugene Field Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe,- Sailed on a river of crystal light Into a sea of dew. “Where are you going, and what do you wish?” The old moon asked the three. “We have come to fish for the herring-fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we,” Said Wynken, Blynken, and Nod. The old moon laughed and sang a song, As they rocked in the wooden shoe; And the wind that sped them all night long Ruffled the waves of dew; The little stars were the herring-fish That lived in the beautiful sea. “Now cast you nets wherever you wish,– Never afraid are we!” So cried the stars to the fishermen three, Wynken, Blynken, and Nod. All night long their nets they threw To the stars in the twinkling foam,- Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe, Bringing the fishermen home: ‘Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed As if it could not be; And some folk thought ‘twas a dream they’d dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea; But I shall name you the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, and Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one’s trundle-bed; So shut your eyes while Mother sings Of wonderful sights that be, And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock in the misty sea Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:- Wynken, Blynken, and Nod. Page 8 45. THE SUGAR-PLUM TREE Eugene Field Have you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree? ‘Tis a marvel of great renown! It blooms on the shore of the Lollypop Sea In the garden of Shut-Eye Town; The fruit that it bears is so wondrously sweet (As those who have tasted it say) That good little children have only to eat Of that fruit to be happy next day. When you’ve got to the tree, you would have a hard time To capture the fruit which I sing; The tree is so tall that no person could climb To the boughs where the sugar-plums swing! But up in that tree sits the chocolate cat, And a gingerbread dog prowls below- And this is the way you contrive to get at The sugar-plums tempting you so. You say but the word to that gingerbread dog And he barks with such terrible zest That the chocolate cat is at once all agog, As her swelling proportions attest. And the chocolate cat goes cavorting around From this leafy limb unto that, And the sugar-plums tumble, of course, to the ground, Hurrah for the chocolate cat! There are marshmallows, gumdrops, and peppermint canes, With stripings of scarlet or gold, And you carry away of the treasure that rains As much as your apron can hold! So come, little child, cuddle closer to me In your dainty white nightcap and gown, And I’ll rock you away to that Sugar-Plum Tree In the garden of Shut-Eye Town.
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First and Second Grade Poetry Selections 46. THE LAMPLIGHTER Robert L. Stevenson My tea is nearly ready and the sun has left the sky. It’s time to take the window to see Leerie going by; For every night at tea-time and before you take your seat, With lantern and with ladder he comes posting up the street. Now Tom would be a driver and Maria go to sea, And my papa’s a banker and as rich as he can be; But I, when I am stronger and can choose what I’m to do, O Leerie, I’ll go ‘round at night and light the lamps with you! For we are very lucky, with a lamp before the door, And Leerie stops to light it as he lights so many more; And oh! before you hurry by with ladder and with light, O Leerie, see a little child and nod to him tonight! 47. THE LAND OF STORY-BOOKS Robert L. Stevenson At evening when the lamp is lit, Around the fire my parents sit; They sit at home, and talk and sing, And do not play at anything. Now, with my little gun, I crawl All in the dark along the wall, And follow round the forest track Away behind the sofa back. There in the night, where none can spy, All in my hunter’s camp I lie, And play at books that I have read, Till it is time to go to bed. These are the hills, these are the woods, These are my starry solitudes; And there the river by whose brink The roaring lions come to drink. I see the others far away, As if in firelit camp they lay, And I, like to an Indian scout, Around their party prowled about. So, when my nurse comes in for me, Home I return across the sea, And go to bed with backward looks At my dear land of Story-Books. Page 9
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