December (Nancy Byrd Turner Poems)
The house of December was all aglow, Each room was jolly and red; There were bulgy stockings ranged in a row, And holly ...
The house of December was all aglow, Each room was jolly and red; There were bulgy stockings ranged in a row, And holly ...
Amos and Ann had a poem to learn, A poem to learn one day; But alas! they sighed, and alack! they cried, 'Twere ...
The March house, strangely, was built in a tree, With a fluttering roof of leaves, And strong, straight boughs for the walls ...
A green-thatched cottage was May's sweet home With velvet moss for a floor, And a clambering vine in the gay sunshine, And a ...
The July house was an old, old house, With an old, old man inside, Who told them stories of other days, Stories of ...
Very familiar September seemed: A flag-pole stood in the yard, And the little path that led from the road Was trampled bare and ...
They went to the January house, A house made all of snow, With windows of ice, and chandeliers Of icicles all in a ...
The next house stood just back from the street, In a gray little narrow lane. A table loaded with things to eat They ...
Here is this day,Across the fields of darkness softly comeInto my silent room,In the old way;Stir on the sill and ...
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