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Caterpillar Christina Rossetti

The first document is a 4 line poem about a caterpillar transforming into a butterfly. The second is a 6 line poem about a friend in heaven for children. The third is a 4 stanza poem about the feeling of spring without being able to scientifically explain it. The fourth is a 4 line poem comparing gemstones to a lowly flint that holds fire. The fifth is the well known poem "Mary Had a Little Lamb". The sixth is a 8 line poem about a male jay, his blue coat, nest in a tree with his mate and their soon to hatch blue eggs.

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Caterpillar Christina Rossetti

The first document is a 4 line poem about a caterpillar transforming into a butterfly. The second is a 6 line poem about a friend in heaven for children. The third is a 4 stanza poem about the feeling of spring without being able to scientifically explain it. The fourth is a 4 line poem comparing gemstones to a lowly flint that holds fire. The fifth is the well known poem "Mary Had a Little Lamb". The sixth is a 8 line poem about a male jay, his blue coat, nest in a tree with his mate and their soon to hatch blue eggs.

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Caterpillar

~Christina Rossetti
Brown and furry
Caterpillar in a hurry,
Take your walk
To the shady leaf, or stalk,
Or what not,
Which may be the chosen spot.
No toad spy you,
Hovering bird of prey pass by you;
Spin and die,
To live again a butterfly.

Above the Bright Blue Sky


~Albert Midlane
There's a Friend for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
A Friend who never changes
Whose love will never die;
Our earthly friends may fail us,
And change with changing years,
This Friend is always worthy
Of that dear name he bears.
There's a home for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
Where Jesus reigns in glory,
A home of peace and joy;
No home on earth is like it,
Nor can with it compare;
And everyone is happy,
Nor could be happier there.

A Light Exists in Spring


~Emily Dickinson
A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period -When March is scarcely here
A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.
It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.
Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay -A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.

Flint
~Christina Rossetti
An emerald is as green as grass,
A ruby red as blood;
A sapphire shines as blue as heaven;
A flint lies in the mud.
A diamond is a brillant stone,
To catch the world's desire;
An opal holds a fiery spark;
But a flint holds fire.

Mary's Lamb
~Sarah Josepha Hale
Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow,
And everywhere that Mary went
The lamb was sure to go;
He followed her to school one dayThat was against the rule,
It made the children laugh and play
To see a lamb at school.
And so the teacher turned him out,
But still he lingered near,
And waited patiently about,
Till Mary did appear.
And then he ran to her and laid
His head upon her arm,
As if he said, "I'm not afraidYou'll shield me from all harm."
"What makes the lamb love Mary so?"
The little children cry;
"Oh, Mary loves the lamb, you know,"
The teacher did reply,
"And, you, each gentle animal
In confidence may bind,
And make it follow at your call,
If you are always kind."

Jays by Corvid Gyrl


I know an old man,
His name is Jay,
He wears a blue coat,
And a hat of gray.
He has a nice nest
High up in a tree,
Where sits his dear mate
Content as can be.
There are four blue eggs
In the little brown nest,
Which will soon be baby birds
Blue, like the rest.

http://www.storyit.com/Classics/JustPoems/
http://corvidcorner.com/wordpress/2012/07/jays-poem/

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