Don't you think it's probable
that beetles, bugs, and bees
talk about a lot of things -
...
T for time to be together, turkey,talk and tangy weather
H for harvest stored away, home and hearth and holiday
A for Autumn's frosty art, and abundance in the heart
...
(FOR HANUKKAH)
Light the first of eight tonight—
the farthest candle to the right.
Light the first and second, too,
...
After my bath
I try, try, try
to wipe myself
till I'm dry, dry, dry.
Hands to wipe
and fingers and toes
and two wet legs
and a shiny nose.
Just think how much
less time I'd take
if I were a dog
and could shake, shake, shake.
...
Aileen Lucia Fisher (September 9, 1906 – December 2, 2002) was an American writer of more than a hundred children's books, including poetry, picture books in verse, prose about nature and America, biographies, Bible themed books, plays, and articles for magazines and journals. Her poems have been anthologized many times and are frequently used in textbooks. In 1978 she was awarded the second National Council of Teachers of English Award for Excellence in Poetry for Children.[1] Born in Michigan, Fisher moved to Colorado as an adult and lived there for the rest of her life.)
Little Talk
Don't you think it's probable
that beetles, bugs, and bees
talk about a lot of things -
you know, such things as these:
The kind of weather where they live
in jungles tall with grass,
and earthquakes in their villages
whenever people pass.
Of course, we'll never know if bugs
talk very much at all -
because our rears are far too big
for talk that is so small.
Explanation of the poem The Spinning Earth
The first poem I remember from second grade was by Aileen Fisher, and I don’t see it listed her. It began I used to think that snow was white, And then I saw it blue one night...” I am now 75 and a poet myself, and I loved that poem!
little talk she was studing about beetles, bugs, and bees she was studing about were the insects live what wheather they have and what do they eat.
This is from The Big Golden Book of Poetry,85 Childhood Favorites, Golden Press New York 1947. TEA PARTY We had crackers And cambric tea And a roll divided Between us three; We had sugar And milk for cream (That tasted better Than it would seem) . We poured the tea From an elephant pot And it burned our tongues (Though it wasn't hot): And we felt sorry When Evelyn said, " My favorite doll Has a cold-in-the-head."
This are from The Big Golden Book of Poetry,85 Childhood Favorites, Golden Press New York 1947. OTHERWISE There must be magic, Otherwise, How could day turn to night? And how could sailboats, Otherwise, Go sailing out of sight? And how could peanuts, Otherwise, Be covered up so tight?
This are from The Big Golden Book of Poetry,85 Childhood Favorites, Golden Press New York 1947. TEA PARTY We had crackers And cambric tea And a roll divided Between us three; We had sugar And milk for cream (That tasted better Than it would seem) . We poured the tea From an elephant pot And it burned our tongues (Though it wasn't hot): And we felt sorry When Evelyn said, " My favorite doll Has a cold-in-the-head."
This are from The Big Golden Book of Poetry,85 Childhood Favorites, Golden Press New York 1947. A BUG I saw a bug with twenty feet Go crawling up and down the street, And wondered if he stubbed ONE toe If he would ever really know.
Looking for the poem, Taking Down the Tree by Aileen Fisher. Help!