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March 29:

Froggie,
Froggie

Froggie, froggie.
Hoppity-hop!
When you get to the sea
You do not stop.
Plop!

- Anonymous

March 13th (birthday poem):

Between the moon coming out
And the sun going in —
The red dragon-flies.

- Nikyu, translated by R.H. Blyth

March 8th: (Happy international women's day!)

Spring is coming, spring is coming,
Birdies, build your nest;
Weave together straw and feather,
Doing each your best!

Spring is coming, spring is coming,
Flowers are coming too;
Pansies, lilies, daffodillies
Now are coming through.

Spring is coming, spring is coming,
All around is fair;
Shimmer and quiver on the river,
Joy is everywhere.

- William Blake

March 6th:

A Spike of Green

When I went out
The sun was hot,
It shone upon
My flower pot.

And there I saw
A spike of green
That no one else
Had ever seen!

On other days
The things I see
Are mostly old
Except for me.

But this green spike
So new and small
Had never yet
Been seen at all!

- Barbara Baker

February 26th:

Whether the weather be cold,
Or whether the weather be hot;
Whether the weather be fine,
Or whether the weather be not;
Whatever the weather
We'll weather the weather,
Whether we like it or not!

- Anonymous

February 9th

Icy Morning Haiku:

On a frozen pond
a small dog is nervously
attempting to skate

Way up in the tree
a black cat grins with delight
watching and waiting

Beneath the clear ice
a big fish wonders if all
dogs walk on water

- James Carter

January 22nd

She'll

The sea fills my ear
With sand and with fear.

You may wash out the sand
But never the sound
Of the ghost of the sea
That is haunting me.

- Ted Hughes

January 17th

Who Has Seen the Wind?

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

- Christina Rossetti

January 7th

Diamond Poem

Snow —
Soft flakes
Dust the street,
Painting pavements
A brilliant white sheet.
In the lamp's light,
Glittering
Crystals
Gleam.

- John Foster

January 4th

Little January
Tapped at my door today.
And said, “Put on your winter wraps,
And come outdoors to play.”
Little January
Is always full of fun;
Today we coasted down the hill,
Until the set of the sun.
Little January
Will stay a month with me
And we will have such jolly times—
Just come along and see.

- Winifred C. Marshall

I was given this book for Christmas a few years ago and never knew how I would approach it. This year I decided I'll be reading this from January 1st till December 31st