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The Female Of The Species

by Rudyard Kipling

When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail,
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

When Nag, the wayside cobra, hears the careless foot of man,
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can,
But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail -
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

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Out Of The Cradle Endlessly Rocking

by Walt Whitman

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,
Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle,
Out of the Ninth-month midnight,
Over the sterile sands and the fields beyond, where the child
leaving his bed wander'd alone, bareheaded, barefoot,
Down from the shower'd halo,
Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as
if they were alive,
Out from the patches of briers and blackberries,
From the memories of the bird that chanted to me,

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Give Me The Splendid, Silent Sun

by Walt Whitman

GIVE me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling;
Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard;
Give me a field where the unmow'd grass grows;
Give me an arbor, give me the trellis'd grape;
Give me fresh corn and wheat--give me serene-moving animals, teaching
content;
Give me nights perfectly quiet, as on high plateaus west of the
Mississippi, and I looking up at the stars;
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers, where I can
walk undisturb'd;

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CafÉ Comedy

by Robert William Service

She

I'm waiting for the man I hope to wed.
I've never seen him - that's the funny part.
I promised I would wear a rose of red,
Pinned on my coat above my fluttered heart,
So that he'd know me - a precaution wise,
Because I wrote him I was twenty-three,
And Oh such heaps and heaps of silly lies. . .
So when we meet what will he think of me?

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The Law Of The Yukon

by Robert William Service

This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain:
"Send not your foolish and feeble; send me your strong and your sane --
Strong for the red rage of battle; sane for I harry them sore;
Send me men girt for the combat, men who are grit to the core;
Swift as the panther in triumph, fierce as the bear in defeat,
Sired of a bulldog parent, steeled in the furnace heat.
Send me the best of your breeding, lend me your chosen ones;
Them will I take to my bosom, them will I call my sons;
Them will I gild with my treasure, them will I glut with my meat;
But the others -- the misfits, the failures -- I trample under my feet.

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Recent Child Poems

horario estelar, dios estelar

by atef ayadi

amazon,
un niño llamado bezos,
el bosque de los sueños
se comió el mapa.
nada está lejos,
todo es un estante.

puedes vender,
pero pagas para ser visto.
la visibilidad se subasta

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Emergency

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Polly Pleasance was seven years old, like the decade soon is going;
She had so many pretty dollies, like deep purple pansies, showing.

Polly took care of her dear friends, for love's always taken seriously;
Buying doll clothes with her allowance, like night, adorned deliriously!

They were admired, and the envy of friends. She had so many dolls!
As magenta shimmers in twilit moonlight, whilst blue earth revolves.

Polly still believed in fairytales and magic, like many others her age;

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Having my baby

by Mario Odekerken

I see you,
hands resting gently on the curve
that holds the world we made.

Your eyes carry something ancient
now-
a quiet knowing,
a soft strength
that even time bows to.

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Smile and Know It

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Isabel was the youngest of four children, dwelling in a large old house,
Nestled under the burgeoning oak trees, in green spring, of no doubts.

Isabel's parents were devout churchgoers, insisting upon going weekly;
But, Isabel often preferred playing, like dawn, pink sun, shining meekly.

Theirs was a tight knit community, the kind everyone wants to live in;
Like orange butterflies, calling on red flowers, of golden days in a spin.

Isabel and funny friends flew blue kites, under floating clouds of fluff,

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A Magical Tune

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Sunflower Meadows was a place of mystical beauty, green and abloom.
That's where seven-year-old Ava lived, like laughter and spicy perfume.

Ava lived with her parents and three siblings, like stars dance together;
And she loved golden, nursery rhymes, like sunshine, carnival pleasure.

Their farm was small but busy, and all of the family had sundry chores.
Ava collected eggs and fed poultry, eating and picking berries, outdoors.

Faint flurries of wind cooled afternoon, and family came, in floppy hats;

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