Biography of Myra Livingston
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.
Myra Livingston Poems
Trees: The Seeds
We are Given light wings, Parachutes, downy legs
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.
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.
The maple syrup's full of ants. A mouse is creeping on the shelf. Is that a spider on your back?
The maple syrup's full of ants.
A mouse is creeping on the shelf.
Is that a spider on your back?
I ate a whole pie by myself.
The kitchen sink just overflowed.
A flash flood washed away the school.
I threw your blanket in the trash.