When it was time
for Show and Tell,
Adam brought a big pink shell.
He told about
the ocean roar
and walking on the sandy shore.
And then he passed
the shell around.
We listened to the water sound.
And that's the first time
I could hear
the wild waves calling to my ear.
...
January shivers,
February shines,
March blows off
the winter ice,
April makes the
mornings nice,
May is hopscotch lines.
June is
deep blue swimming,
Picnics are July,
August is
my birthday,
September whistles by.
October is
for roller skates,
November is
the fireplace,
December is
the best because
of sleds
and snow
and Santa Claus.
...
The maple syrup's full of ants.
A mouse is creeping on the shelf.
Is that a spider on your back?
...
An acclaimed poet for children, Myra Cohn Livingston was born in Omaha, Nebraska, and grew up in California. She was educated at Sarah Lawrence College. Myra Cohn Livingston died of cancer at the age of 70.)
Shell
When it was time
for Show and Tell,
Adam brought a big pink shell.
He told about
the ocean roar
and walking on the sandy shore.
And then he passed
the shell around.
We listened to the water sound.
And that's the first time
I could hear
the wild waves calling to my ear.
Myra Cohn Livingston was a brilliant and sensitive children's poet.
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