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Table of Contents
Chapter 1: Seasons
Table of Contents..Pages 1-2
The Season of Spring Page 3
Poems: Good-by My Winter Suit-N.M. Bodecker
Ode to Spring Walter R. Brooks
The Season of Summer...Page 4
Poems: Dreaming of Summer-Kenn Nesbitt
A Moment in Summer-Charlotte Zolotow
The Season of Fall (Autumn)....Page 5
Poems: A Bed in the Leaves - Marian Kennedy
In Autumn -Winifred C. Marshall
The Season of Winter.....Page 6
Poems: Beyond Winter -Ralph Waldo Emerson
Ice -Charles G. D. Roberts
All Seasons.........................................................................................Page 7
Poems: Four Seasons- Anonymous
Chapter 2: Holidays
St. Patricks Day/EasterPage 8
Poems: Wearing of the Green - Aileen Fisher
Easter- Joyce Kilmer

Halloween....Pages 9, 10, 11 (top)

Poems: The Night Wind- Eugene Field
Walk Into My Parlor -Mary Howitt

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Witches Brew - Lori Hopkins

The Witch of Willowby Wood-Rowena Bennett
ThanksgivingPages 10-11 (bottom)
Poems: Thanksgiving- Ivy O. Eastwick
A Thanksgiving Dinner -Maude M. Grant
ChristmasPages 12, 13, 14
Poems: A Reindeer for Christmas By: Kenn Nesbitt Armpit of Doom
Christmas Bells -Eugene Field
The Gingerbread Man- Rowena Bennett

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The Season of Spring

Poems from The Random House Book of Poetry for Children
Good-by My Winter Suit By: N. M. Bodecker
Goodbye my winter suit,
Goodbye my hat and boot,
Goodbye my ear-protecting muffs
And storms that hail and hoot.
Farewell to snow and sleet,
Farewell to Cream of Wheat,
Farewell to ice-removing salt
And slush around my feet.
Right on to daffodils,
Right on to whippoorwills,
Right on to chirp-producing eggs
And baby birds and quills.
The day is on the wing,
The kite is on the string,
The sun is where the sun should be
Its spring all right! Its spring!

Ode to Spring By: Walter R. Brooks

O spring, O spring,
You wonderful thing!
O spring, O spring, O spring!
O spring, O spring,
When the birdies sing
I feel like a king,
O spring!

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The Season of Summer

Poems from: Kenn Nesbitt and The Random House Book of Poetry for Children
Dreaming of Summer By: Kenn Nesbitt
I'm dreaming of warm sandy beaches.
I'm dreaming of days by the pool.
I'm dreaming of fun in the afternoon sun,
and week after week of no school.
I'm thinking of swim suits and sprinklers,
imagining lemonade stands.
I'm lost in a daydream of squirt guns and ice cream
and plenty of time on my hands.
I'm picturing baseball and hot dogs,
Envisioning games at the park,
and how it stays light until late every night,
and seems like it never gets dark.
I long to ride skateboards and scooters.
I want to wear t-shirts and shorts.
I'd go for a hike, or I'd ride on my bike,
or play lots of summertime sports.
My revery turns to a yearning
to draw on the driveway with chalk.
It's really a bummer to daydream of summer
while shoveling snow from the walk.
A Moment in Summer By: Charlotte Zolotow
A moment in summer
belongs to me
and one particular
honey bee.
A moment in summer

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shimmering clear
making the sky
seem very near,
a moment in summer
belongs to me

The Season of Fall

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A Bed in the Leaves By: Marian Kennedy
My yard is full of leaves today
Brown and yellow and gold
I think I'll rake them in a pile
Higher than my head
Then I'll pretend it is my bed
I'll jump in very quick
And pile their leaves up over me
For covers soft and thick
I'll just lie there so nice and warm
And look up in the sky
And watch more leaves float down for me
To rake up bye and bye
In Autumn By: Winifred C. Marshall
They're coming down in showers,
The leaves all gold and red;
They're covering the little flowers,
And tucking them in bed
They've spread a fairy carpet
All up and down the street;
And when we skip along to school,
they rustle 'neath our feet

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The Season of Winter

Poems from The Random House Book of Poetry for Children
Beyond Winter By: Ralph Waldo Emerson
Over the winter glaciers
I see the summer glow,
And through the wild-piled snowdrift
The warm rosebuds below.

Ice By: Charles G. D. Roberts

When Winter scourged the meadow and the hill
And in the withered leafage worked his will,,
The water shrank, and shuddered, and stood still,
Then built himself a magic house of glass,
Irised with memories of flowers and grass,
Wherein to sit and watch the fury pass.

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All Seasons!
Four Seasons By: Anonymous

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Spring is showery, flowery, bowery

Summer: hoppy, choppy, poppy
Autumn: wheezy, sneezy, freezy
Winter: slippy, drippy, nippy

Holidays
Poems from The Random House Book of Poetry for Children
Wearing of the Green By: Aileen Fisher (St. Patricks Day)
It ought to come in April,
or, better yet, in May
when everything is green as greenI mean St. Patrick's Day.
With still a week of winter
this wearing of the green
seems rather out of season it's rushing things, I mean.
But maybe March is better
when all is done and said:
St. Patrick brings a promise,
a four-leaf-clover promise,
a green-all-over promise
of springtime just ahead!

Easter By: Joyce Kilmer

The air is like a butterfly
With frail blue wings.

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The happy earth looks at the sky

And sings.

The Night Wind By: Eugene Field (Halloween)

Have you ever heard the wind go "Yooooo"?
'Tis a pitiful sound to hear!
It seems to chill you through and through
With a strange and speechless fear.
'Tis the voice of the night that broods outside
When folk should be asleep,
And many and many's the time I've cried
To the darkness brooding far and wide Over the land and the deep:
"Whom do you want, O lonely night,
That you wail the long hours through?"
And the night would say in its ghostly way:
"Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo!"
My mother told me long ago
(When I was a little tad)
That when the night went wailing so,
Somebody had been bad;
And then, when I was snug in bed,
Whither I had been sent,
With the blankets pulled up round my head,
I'd think of what my mother'd said,
And wonder what boy she meant!
And "Who's been bad to-day?"
I'd ask Of the wind that hoarsely blew;
And the voice would say in its meaningful way:

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"Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo!"

That this was true I must allow-You'll not believe it, though!
Yes, though I'm quite a model now,
I was not always so.
And if you doubt what things I say,
Suppose you make the test;
Suppose, when you've been bad some day
And up to bed are sent away
From mother and the rest-Suppose you ask, "Who has been bad?"
And then you'll hear what's true;
For the wind will moan in its ruefulest tone:
"Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo!"
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Walk Into My Parlor By: Mary Howitt (Halloween)

"Will you walk into my parlor?"
said the spider to the fly;
"Tis the prettiest little parlor that you ever did spy.
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many curious things to show when you are there."
"Oh no, no!" said the little fly,
"to ask me is in vain;
For who goes up your winding stair
can never come down again."
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Witches Brew By: Lori Hopkins
dog's tail
a bit of ale
just a dropp or two
stir it twice
very nice
tis how ye make a witches brew
a dragon's scale
a bit of spice

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just a pinch will do

the slime of a snail
dont mind the smell
tis not mutton stew
it be witches brew
eye of newt
wing of bat
and don't forget the cherub's fat
venom of snake
and scorpion too
tis how ye make a witches brew
lizzards and gizzards
make it thick like goo
finger of a dead man
and entrails too
stir it thrice
very nice
oh what a tasty potion
tis how ye make a witches brew
should ye get the notion
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The Witch of Willowby Wood-Rowena Bennett from A Childs Anthology of Poetry

There once was a witch of Willowby Wood,

and a weird wild witch was she, with hair that was snarled
and hands that were gnarled, and a kickety, rickety knee.
She could jump, they say,
to the moon and back, but this I never did see.
Now Willowby Wood was near Sassafras Swamp,
where theres never a road or rut. And there by the
singing witch-hazel bush the old woman builded
her hut. She builded with neither a hammer or shovel. She
kneaded, she rolled out, she baked
her brown hovel. For all witches houses, Ive oft heard
it said, are made of stick candy and fresh
gingerbread. But the shingles that shingled this old
witchs roof were lollipop shingles and hurricane-proof,
too
hard to be pelted and melted by rain.
(Why this important, I soon will explain.)

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One day there came running to Sassafras Swamp a dark little

shadowy mouse. He was noted for being a scoundrel
and scamp. And he gnawed at the old womans house
where the doorpost was weak and the doorpost was worn.
And when the witch scolded, he laughed her to scorn.
And when the witch chased him, he felt quite delighted.
She could never catch him for she was nearsighted. And so,
though she quibbled, he gnawed and he nibbled.
The witch said, I wont have my house
take a tumble. Ill search my magical book for a spell
I can weave and a charm I can mumble to get you
away from this nook. It will be a good warning to other
bad mice, who wont earn their bread
but go stealing a slice.
Your charms cannot hurt, said the mouse, looking pert.
Well, she looked in her book and she
waved her right arm, and she said the most magical
things. Till the mouse, feeling strange,
looked about in alarm, and found he was growing some
wings. He flapped and he fluttered the longer she
muttered.
And now, my fine fellow,
youd best be aloof, said the witch as he floundered
around. You cant stay on earth and you
cant gnaw my roof. Its lollipop-hard and its
hurricane-proof. So youd better take off
from the ground. If you are wise, stay in the skies.
Then in went the woman of Willowby Wood,
in to her hearthstone and cat.
There she put her old volume up high on the shelf, and
fanned her hot face with her hat. The she said,
That is that! I have just made a bat!

Thanksgiving By: Ivy O. Eastwick

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Thank you
for all my hands can holdapples red,
and melons gold,
yellow corn
both ripe and sweet,
peas and beans
so good to eat!
Thank you
for all my eyes can seelovely sunlight,
field and tree,
white cloud-boatssoaring bird
and butterfly.
Thank you
for all my ears can hearbirds song echoing
far and near,
songs of little
stream, big sea,
cricket, bullfrog,
duck and bee!
A Thanksgiving Dinner By: Maude M. Grant
Take a turkey, stuff it fat,
Some of this and some of that.
Get some turnips, peel them well.
Cook a big squash in its shell.
Now potatoes, big and white,
Mash till they are soft and light.
Cranberries, so tart and sweet,
With the turkey we must eat.
Pickles-yes-and-then, oh my!
For a dessert a pumpkin pie,
Golden brown and spicy sweet.
What a fine Thanksgiving treat!
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A Reindeer for Christmas By: Kenn Nesbitt Armpit of Doom

Dear Santa, this Christmas my list is quite small.
In fact, I need practically nothing at all.
My list is so short and so easy to read
because there's just one thing I actually need.
A reindeer for Christmas is all I require;
a reindeer, of course, who's an excellent flier.
I really don't care if it's Dasher or Dancer.
I'm okay with Cupid or Comet or Prancer.
Please don't think I'm greedy; I only want one.
You won't even miss him, and I'll have such fun.
I promise I'll feed him and treat him just right,
and take him out flying around every night.
You see, I'm not selfish. So, for my surprise
this Christmas, please bring me a reindeer that flies.
But if my request is a bit much for you,
I guess that an iPod will just have to do.

Christmas Bells By: Eugene Field

Why do the bells of Christmas ring?
Why do little children sing?
Once a lovely shining star,
Seen by shepherds from afar,
Gently moved until its light
Made a manger's cradle bright.
There a darling baby lay,
Pillowed soft upon the hay;
And its mother sung and smiled:
"This is Christ, the holy Child!"
Therefore bells for Christmas ring.
Therefore little children sing.
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The Gingerbread Man- Rowena Bennett from A Childs Anthology of Poetry

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The gingerbread man gave a gingery shout:

Quick open the oven and let me out
He stood up straight in his baking pan.
He jumped to the floor and away he ran.
Catch me, he called, if you can, can, can.
The ginger bread man met a cock and a pig.
And a dog that was brown and twice as big.
But he called to them all as he ran,
You cant catch a runaway gingerbread man.
Then he came to a fox and he turned to face him.
He dared old Reynard to follow and chase him;
But when he stopped under the foxs nose
Something happened. What do you suppose?
The fox gave a snap. The fox gave a snap. The fox gave a yawn,
And the gingerbread man was gone, gone, Gone.
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