Snap of the McIntosh (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Out in the orchard, before the first apple placed gently in the bag, snap of the McIntosh to my bite, ...
Poems about orchard (40 Poems)
The peter-bird (Eugene Field Poem)
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
The Little Peach (Eugene Field Poem)
A little peach in the orchard grew,-- A little peach of emerald hue; Warmed by the sun and wet by ...
The drum (Eugene Field Poem)
I'm a beautiful red, red drum, And I train with the soldier boys; As up the street we come, Wonderful ...
Long ago (Eugene Field Poem)
I once knew all the birds that came And nested in our orchard trees; For every flower I had a ...
The Generations of Men (Robert Frost Poem)
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
Maple (Robert Frost Poem)
Her teacher's certainty it must be Mabel Made Maple first take notice of her name. She asked her father and ...
Good-by and Keep Cold (Robert Frost Poem)
This saying good-by on the edge of the dark And the cold to an orchard so young in the bark ...
Ghost House (Robert Frost Poem)
I DWELL in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago, And left no trace but the ...
Mending Wall (Robert Frost Poem)
Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it And spills the upper boulder in ...
Ode To William H. Channing (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Though loth to grieve The evil time's sole patriot, I cannot leave My buried thought For the priest's cant, Or ...
Saadi (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern ...
The White Bees (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
The Wind didn’t come from the Orchard — today (Emily Dickinson Poems)
The Wind didn't come from the Orchard -- today -- Further than that -- Nor stop to play with the ...
The Robin’s my Criterion for Tune (Emily Dickinson Poems)
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune -- Because I grow -- where Robins do -- But, were I Cuckoo born ...
The Day came slow — till Five o’clock (Emily Dickinson Poems)
The Day came slow -- till Five o'clock -- Then sprang before the Hills Like Hindered Rubies -- or the ...
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning -- Lightning -- lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality. Maimed ...
It is an honorable Thought (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It is an honorable Thought And make One lift One's Hat As One met sudden Gentlefolk Upon a daily Street ...
A Solemn thing within the Soul (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe -- And golden hang -- while farther up -- ...
“Heaven” has different Signs — to me — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
"Heaven" has different Signs -- to me -- Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place ...
I have a King, who does not speak (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I have a King, who does not speak -- So -- wondering -- thro' the hours meek I trudge the ...
A Lady red — amid the Hill (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Lady red -- amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily ...
On such a night, or such a night, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its ...
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church -- I keep it, staying at Home -- With a Bobolink for a ...
The Hunt (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
Possums came at night (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
You could see the signs which said that possums came at night and fed upon this tree, they left their ...
Other side (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The dung was recent, not an event unusual in itself but difficult to explain of cows grazing the other side ...
The Winter Scene (Bliss Carman Poem)
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
Hen’s Nest (John Clare Poems)
Among the orchard weeds, from every search, Snugly and sure, the old hen's nest is made, Who cackles every morning ...
Litany (Billy Collins Poem)
You are the bread and the knife, The crystal goblet and the wine... -Jacques Crickillon You are the bread and ...