I am quite short tempered. But I have been taught to control my anger and avoid hurting others when I am angry. That is why, whenever I am angry, I breathe slowly and drink lot of water. It calms me down. That’s what I do. But you will have to read this poem, Angry by […]

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I was very pleased when I first wrote a letter. Each time I write a letter now, I have exactly the same feeling like Margaret G. Rhodes. Let us go through the poem.

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Anita E. Posey wonders where all the creatures go at night. We have homes, and many other creatures do. But many others do not have homes. What do they do at night? Where do they go? This is what the poet tries to express through her poem. Let us recite it loud.

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Just like we change from a baby into an adult and to an old person, butterflies do have their own life cycle. But it is slightly different. They start from eggs, and change to caterpillars. Then, they enter a stage called chrysalis. Finally, they change to the beautiful butterflies that we love. This poem is […]

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My favorite season is the winter season. Though I am not allowed to have ice creams, I love the winter because of snowfall. I love watching the snow flakes fall gently down onto the ground. Later, we fight with snowballs. We also make a snowman. Winter is so much fun. And during the evenings, I […]

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Have you ever lived in the country? What does it feel like: peaceful or lonely? And have you lived in the city too? Do you love the city? Do you love the honking of cars and the traffic jams that the poet, Irene Thompson, talks about?

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When you grow old, your hairline starts receding. Tufts of greys start appearing on your head. Lines start running from one side of your face to the other. And most of all, you lose all your strength. Walking starts becoming tough, jogging is a distant dream. Sad though old age is, Lewis Carroll will make […]

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Some animals, like the dogs, cats and rats give direct birth. They are called viviparous. Some others, like most of the birds lay eggs. These animals are called oviparous (Phew! Tough names, aren’t they?). Now let’s read a delightful poem about eggs. Here we go…

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William Brighty Rands is in a dilemma. He wants to find out who is superior: man or earth? Through his poem, he expresses his doubts and argues for and against the superiority of man and the earth.

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Have you ever been to a farm? Well, I have. And how much I enjoyed! I chased the ducklings all over the farm, and rode on horses. I fed the cows and collected the eggs. I watched the donkeys work and the fishes swim. Have you been to a farm? Has the poet been to […]

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