A short but sweet summer poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup,
In every hole the sea came up,
Till it could come no more.
Two Little Travellers Two stories about two little girls who go on big journeys. Meet Annie and Maggie. These stories are a little bit...
“I’ll tell you how the leaves came down,”The great tree to his children said,“You’re getting sleepy, Yellow and Brown,Yes, very...
A fall poem by Helen Hunt Jackson November woods are bare and still;November days are clear and bright;Each noon burns up the...
A lovely autumn poem by Robert Louis Stevenson In the other gardensAnd all up the vale,From the autumn bonfiresSee the smoke trail!In...
An autumn poem for children by Ellen Robena Field Golden and red treesNod to the soft breeze,As it whispers, “Winter is...
