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November By Thomas HoodNo sun - no moon!No morn - no noon -No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day.No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,No comfortable feel in any member -No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds! -November!

Joanne Leydon © 2010

Dragon SmokeBy Lillian Moore

Breathe and blowWhite clouds with every puff.It's cold today,Cold enough to see your breath.Huff!Breathe dragon smoke today!


First Snowby Marie Louise Allen

Snow makes whiteness where it falls.The bushes look like popcorn-balls.The places where I always playLook like somewhere else today.


Jack Frost

by Helen Bayley Davis

Someone painted pictures on myWindowpane last night --Willow trees with trailing boughsAnd flowers, frosty white,

And lovely crystal butterflies;But when the morning sunTouched them with its golden beams,They vanished one by one.


The North Wind Doth Blowtraditional

The north wind doth blow,And we shall have snow,And what will poor robin do then,Poor thing?He'll sit in a barn,And keep himself warm,And hide his head under his wing,Poor thing.

The north wind doth blow,And we shall have snow,And what will the dormouse do then,Poor thing?Roll'd up like a ball,In his nest snug and small,He'll sleep till warm weather comes in,Poor thing.

The north wind doth blow,And we shall have snow,And what will the children do then,Poor things?When lessons are done,They must skip hump, and run,Until they have made themselves warm,Poor things.


Picture Books in Winterby Robert Louis Stevenson

Summer fading, winter comes--Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,Window robins, winter rooks,And the picture story-books.

Water now is turned to stoneNurse and I can walk upon;Still we find the flowing brooksIn the picture story-books.

All the pretty things put by,Wait upon the children's eye,Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks,In the picture story-books.

We may see how all things areSeas and cities, near and far,And the flying fairies' looks,In the picture story-books.

How am I to sing your praise,Happy chimney-corner days,Sitting safe in nursery nooks,Reading picture story-books?


Snowballby Shel Silverstein

I made myself a snow ball as perfect as could be.I thought I'd keep it as a pet and let it sleep with me.I made it some pajamas and a pillow for it's head.Then, last night it ran away.

But first -- it wet the bed.


A Story in the Snowby Pearl Riggs Crouch

This morning, as I walked to schoolAcross the fluffy snow,I came upon a bunny's tracks A jumping, zigzag row.

He must have hurried very fast,For here and there I sawAlong his jerky, winding trailThe print of Rover's paw.

I set my lunch pail on the snowAnd stood there very still,For only Rover's clumsy tracksLed down the little hill.

Then suddenly I thought I heardA rustling sound close by;And there within a grassy clumpShone bunny's twinkling eye.


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