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THE STAR by tyndale

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									THE STAR
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are,
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.

When the blazing sun is set,
And the grass with dew is wet,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

Then the traveler in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see where to go
If you did not twinkle so.

In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye
Till the sun is in the sky.

As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the traveler in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
                  Jane Taylor
RAIN IN THE NIGHT
Raining, raining,

  All night long;

Sometimes loud, sometimes soft,

  Just like a song.



There’ll be rivers in the gutters

  And lakes along the street.

It will make our lazy kitty

  Wash his little dirty feet.



The roses will wear diamonds

  Like kings and queens at court;

But the pansies all get muddy

  Because they are so short.



I’ll sail my boat tomorrow

  In wonderful new places,

But first I’ll take my watering pot

  And wash the pansies’ faces.

           Amelia Josephine Burr
IN THE HOURS OF DARKNESS
When the night is cloudy,
    And mists hang on the hill,
There are ghostly footsteps
    And voices, thin and shrill;
Nothing will your looking
    Show you in the dark
If the door is opened,
    But harken, harken, hark!

In the hours of darkness
   Thronging from their camp
Dark and ghostly goblins
   Flicker by the lamp;
Listen to their laughter
   As they flicker by the lamp!

When the rain is falling,
  And the night is bleak,
Something moves the knocker
  And makes the hinges creak;
Sometimes on the window
  A waving shadow falls;
Something clammy whispers
Echo through the halls.

They lure you with sweet voices
  When you should be in bed;
Something creaks behind you,
  Something creaks ahead,
Something gazes at you
  From behind a tree,
But if you look around you,
  Nothing will you see.

In the hours of darkness
   Thronging from their camp
Dark and ghostly goblins
   Flicker by the lamp;
Listen to their laughter
   As they flicker by the lamp.
               James Flexner
Mumps
I had a feeling in my neck,
   And on the sides were two big bumps;
I couldn’t swallow anything
   At all because I had the mumps.

And Mother tied it with a piece.
  And then she tied up Will and John,
And no one else but Dick was left
  That didn’t have a mump rag on.

He teased at us and laughed at us,
    And said, whenever he went by,
“It’s vinegar and lemon drops
    And pickles!” just to make us cry.

But Tuesday Dick was very sad
  And cried because his neck was sore.
And not a one said sour things
  To anybody any more.
             Elizabeth Madox Roberts
MORE SENSORY LANGUAGE

Ode to My Library by Gary Soto
LOL pp. 413-415


The next day when I got home from school, I discovered draped on my bedpost a jacket
the color of day-old guacamole.
From “The Jacket” by Gary Soto (LOL p. 420)

I jumped down, hands in my pockets, and in the backyard on my knees I teased my dog,
Brownie, by swooping my arms while making bird calls. He jumped at me and missed.
He jumped again and again, until a tooth sunk deep, ripping an L-shaped tear on my left
sleeve.
From “The Jacket” by Gary Soto (LOL p. 420)

CHANGE
I left the well-house eager to learn. Everything had a name, and each name gave birth to
a new thought. As we returned to the house every object which I touched seemed to
quiver with life. That was because I saw everything with the strange, new sight that had
come to me. On entering the door I remembered the doll I had broken. I felt my way to
the hearth and picked up the pieces. I tried vainly to put them together. Then my eyes
filled with tears; for I realized what I had done, and for the first time I felt repentance and
sorry.
         --Helen Keller, The Story of My Life

								
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