• English,  Holidays,  Homeschooling

    Halloween Poems

    Halloween Poems

    Five Little Pumpkins Five little pumpkins, sitting on a gate, (Hold up fingers for pumpkins) The first one said ‘Oh my! It’s getting late!’ The second one said ‘There are witches in the air!’ The third one said ‘But we … [continue reading]

  • English,  Homeschooling

    Fall Poems

    Fall Poems

    The Message Little night noises I hear your call Summoning frost Welcoming fall. Little night noises Your message is clear. Summer has left us And autumn is here. by Leland B. Jacobs Goodbye to Fall When all the crops are… [continue reading]

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    September Poems

    September Poems

    Golden September September is the golden month The sun still warmly shines. September paints the world glistening gold With a grandeur that’s sublime. Jeweled orchards in the sun- Apples sparkling – jade, ruby, and gold. Feast your eyes on September’s … [continue reading]

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    Autumn Leaves Poems

    Autumn Leaves Poems

    Fall Wind Everything is on the run – willows swishing in the sun, branches full of dip and sway, falling leaves that face away, pine trees tossing on the hill – nothing’s quite, nothings still, all the sky is full … [continue reading]

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    Popcorn Poems

    Popcorn Poems

    A Popcorn Song Source either Penny Harter or Unknown Sing a song of popcorn When the snowstorms rage; Fifty little brovn men Put into a cage, Shake them till they laugh and leap Crowding to the top, Watch them burst … [continue reading]

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    Vegetable Poems

    Vegetable Poems

    Vegetables by Beatrix Potter A carrot has a green fringed top; A beet is royal red; And lettuces are curious All curled and run to head. Some beans have strings to tie them on, And what is still more queer,… [continue reading]

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    Buttons

    Buttons Photo by Xavi Cabrera on Unsplash

    About Buttons Every button has a door Which opens wide to let him in. But when he rolls upon the floor, Because he’s tired of where he’s been And we can’t find him anymore We use a pin.