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Southern trees

Bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves
And blood at the roots
Black bodies
Swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin'
From the poplar trees
Pastoral scene
Of the gallant south
Them big bulging eyes
And the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia
Clean and fresh
Then the sudden smell
Of burnin' flesh
Here is a fruit
For the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather
For the wind to suck
For the sun to rot
For the leaves to drop
Here is
Strange and bitter crop

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 Blake Hughes =crocodile  pie by dennis lee 

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 Blake Hughes =crocodile  pie by dennis lee 

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- Christy Ann Martine

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Of all the children in my school,
I may not be the tallest.
Of all the voices in the world,
Mine may be the smallest.
But I can almost touch the stars,
If I stand on my toes.
And soon my words might change the world,
So you better listen close.

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Jhoelhen V. - Just Dance!                     It doesn't take much, to simply begin. And let all of it go, that's building within. It's just like a switch, that sweet sounding tune. Never too late, and never too soon. Shoulders and hips, instantly sway. Bringing forth, a beautiful day. With the right partner, or mutually alone. Moves arrive randomly, the next is unknown. To enjoy fully, don't seek a reason. As long as there's music, there's always a season. Don't look around, or shyly glance. Whenever you feel it, remember - Just Dance!    By tree.cards   

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Jhoelhen V. - Just Dance!                     It doesn't take much, to simply begin. And let all of it go, that's building within. It's just like a switch, that sweet sounding tune. Never too late, and never too soon. Shoulders and hips, instantly sway. Bringing forth, a beautiful day. With the right partner, or mutually alone. Moves arrive randomly, the next is unknown. To enjoy fully, don't seek a reason. As long as there's music, there's always a season. Don't look around, or shyly glance. Whenever you feel it, remember - Just Dance!    By tree.cards   

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Her strong enchantments failing,
Her towers of fear in wreck,
Her limbecks dried of poison
And the knife at her back,

The Queen of air and darkness
Begins to shrill and cry,
'Oh young man, oh my slayer,
Tomorrow you shall die.'

Oh Queen of air and darkness,
I think ‘tis truth you say,
And I shall die tomorrow;
but you will die today.

(Written by A. E. Houseman

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Daddy said to me,
“Don’t eat spiders,
Don’t you dare.
They may be delicious,
But I don’t care.
Don’t eat spiders
Alive or dead.
Don’t eat spiders,
That’s what I said.
Don’t eat spiders
Even in play,
Fried or mashed
Or any way.
Don’t eat spiders,
That’s what I say.
Never, ever,
That’s what I say!”
But I answered Daddy,
“Tell me why!
Will I get sick?
Will I die?
I’ll eat spiders,
I don’t care.
I’ll eat spiders
On a dare.”
I ate a spider
Off the ground.
I swallowed a spider
SUD-DEN-LY…
I grew eight legs,They’re skinny and hairy.
I shrank to a spider,
Creepy and scary.I sit in a web,
I eat dead flies,
I watch the world
With eight beady eyes.
So don’t eat spiders,
I hope you see,
Unless you want to be
A spider like me.
And don’t eat spiders.
Do you see?
Cause if you eat spiders
You might eat ME!

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like a rather blustery day winnie the pooh. Colten

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like a rather blustery day winnie the pooh. Colten

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Hum dum dum ditty dum
Hum dum dum
Oh, the wind is lashing lustily
And the trees are thrashing thrustily
And the leaves are rustling gustily
So it's rather safe to say

That it seems that it may turn out to be
It feels that it will undoubtedly
It looks like a rather blustery day, today
It seems that it may turn out to be
Feels that it will undoubtedly
Looks like a rather blustery day, today

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I don't know the name

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Little Orphant Annie

James Whitcomb Riley - 1849-1916

Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay,
An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away,
An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep,
An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an'-keep;
An' all us other childern, when the supper things is done,
We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun
A-list'nin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about,
An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!

Onc't they was a little boy wouldn't say his prayers,--
So when he went to bed at night, away up stairs,
His Mammy heerd him holler, an' his Daddy heerd him bawl,
An' when they turn't the kivvers down, he wasn't there at all!
An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an' cubby-hole, an' press,
An' seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' ever'wheres, I guess;
But all they ever found was thist his pants an' roundabout--
An' the Gobble-uns'll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!

An' one time a little girl 'ud allus laugh an' grin,
An' make fun of ever'one, an' all her blood an' kin;
An' onc't, when they was "company," an' ole folks was there,
She mocked 'em an' shocked 'em, an' said she didn't care!
An' thist as she kicked her heels, an' turn't to run an' hide,
They was two great big Black Things a-standin' by her side,
An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'fore she knowed what she's about!
An' the Gobble-uns'll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!

An' little Orphant Annie says when the blaze is blue,
An' the lamp-wick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-oo!
An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray,
An' the lightnin'-bugs in dew is all squenched away,--
You better mind yer parents, an' yer teachers fond an' dear,
An' churish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear,
An' he'p the pore an' needy ones 'at clusters all about,
Er the Gobble-uns'll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!

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Avery Siegle. How To Carry A Poem By: Diana Hendry

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Avery Siegle. How To Carry A Poem By: Diana Hendry

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Kaiden R. hehe

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As years go by day by day. I've traveled lifes highway. I've been up and I've been down. Sometimes just went 'round and 'round. There are many times I couldn't have made it through. If I hadn't been fortunate enough to have a friend or two. But the one that stands out from all the rest. Is you my friend, my very best! You've been with me through thick and thin. When I just wanted to cry, you made me grin. When I fell down you helped me up. Without you, I would be fresh out of luck. You'll never know how much your friendship has meant. Or how much I treasure the time we've spent. I just want to thank you for giving of yourself. Your friendship, one of my lifes greatest wealth's.

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Grady,Emily dickinson "hope is the thing with feathers"

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Grady,Emily dickinson "hope is the thing with feathers"