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Augustus 23rd:

The Eagle

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

- Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Augustus 10th:

The Mockingbird's Song

Rain, people, rain!
The rain is all around us
It is going to come pouring down,
And the summer will be fair to see,
The mockingbird has said so.

- Tigua song (translated by John Comfort Fillmore)

Augustus 2nd:

Until I Saw The Sea

Until I saw the sea
I did not know
that wind
could wrinkle water so.

I never knew
that sun
could splinter a whole sea of blue.

Nor
did I know before
a sea breathes in and out
upon a shore.

- Lilian Moore

July 30th:

The Falling Star

I saw a star slide down the sky,
Blinding the north as it went by,
Too lovely to be bought or sold,
Too burning and too quick to hold,
Good only to make wishes on
And then forever to be gone.

- Sara Teasdale

July 16th:

A Dragonfly

When the heat of the summer
Made drowsy the land,
A dragonfly came
And sat on my hand,
With its blue jointed body,
And wings like spun glass,
It lit on my fingers
As though they were grass.

- Eleanor Farjeon

July 11th:

What Happens To The Colours?

What happens to the colors
when night replaces day?
What turns the wrens to ravens,
the trees to shades of gray?

Who paints away the garden
when the sky’s a sea of ink?
Who robs the sleeping flowers
of their purple and their pink?

What makes the midnight clover
Quiver black upon the lawn?
What happens to the colors?
What brings them back at dawn?

- Jack Prelutsky

July 4th:

Sea Cliff

Wave in wave
and green on rock
and white between
the splash and black
the crash and hiss
of the feathery fall,
the snap and shock
of the water wall
and the wall of rock:
after —
after the ebb-flow,
wet rock,
high —
high over the slapping green,
water sliding away
and the rock abiding,
new rock riding
out of spray.

A.J.M. Smith

June 28th:

Insect

Inspect
an insect
and you'll see
how perfect
it can be.

Listen,
and hear
the tiny song
it sings,

and bits of rainbow
glisten
on its wings.

- Tony Mitton

June 26th:

Leaf Boats

Rain
down
the
drain
is a waterfall.

A leaf sails along
A twig starts to float.

I watch
as they bob
and they bounce
down
the
drain.

I see
the rain
drowning
each tiny, wet boat.

- Myra Cohn Livingston

June 12th:

The Snail

At sunset, when the night-dews fall,
Out of the ivy on the wall
With horns outstretched and pointed tail
Comes the grey and noiseless snail.
On ivy stems she clambers down,
Carrying her house of brown.
Safe in the dark, no greedy eye
Can her tender body spy,
While she herself, a hungry thief,
Searches out the freshest leaf.
She travels on as best she can
Like a toppling caravan.

- James Reeves