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					Poetry By Ben
               Name Poem
 B eautiful
 E asy
 N ice
             The Eagle
     By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
 He clasps the crag with crooked hand;
 Close to the sun in lonely lands,
 Ring’ d with the azure world, he stand.

 The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
 He watches from his mountain walls,
 And like a thunderbolt he fall.
    “Hope” is the thing with feathers
                       By: Emily Dickinson
   “Hope” is the thing with feathers---
   That perches in the soul---
   And sighs the tune without the words---
   And never stop---at all---

   And sweetest---in the Gale---is heard
   And sore must be the storm---
   That could abash the little Bird
   That keep so many warm---

 I’ve heard it in the chillest land---
 And on the strangest Sea---
 Yet, never, in Extremity,
 It asked a crumb---of Me.
                    Dream Deferred
                   By: Langston Hughes
   Does it dry up
   like a raisin in the sun?
   Or fester like a sore----
   And the run?
   Does it stink like rotten meat?
   Or crust and sugar over----
   Like a syrupy sweet?

 Maybe it just sags
 like a heavy load.

 Or does it explode?
                                      Uphill
                        By: Christina Rossetti
   Does the road wind uphill all the way?
     Yes, to the very end.
   Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?
      From morn to night, my friend.

   But is there for the night a resting place?
      A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
   May not the darkness hide it from my face?
      You cannot mess that inn.

   Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
     Those who have gone before.
   Then must I knock, or call when just in night?
     They will not keep you standing at the door.

   Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
      Of labor you shall find the sum.
   Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
      Yea, beds for all who come.
                            Summer
                      By:Walter Dean Myers
   I like hot days, hot days
   Sweat is what you got days
   Bugs buzzing form cousin to cousin
   Juices dripping
   Running and ripping
   Catch the one you love days

   Birds peeping
   Old men sleeping
   Lazy days, daisies lay
   Beaming and dreaming
   Of hot days, hot days
   Sweat is what you got day

				
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