Moons
Mountain moons are large and white,
Mountain moons are round;
—I have seen the moons at night
Growing from the ground,—
And I like the seaside moons,
In the sea-blue sky.
But—in town, the moons are all
So very far and high!
The Discovery
It often rains in our town. And, you know,
It always happens when we've planned to go
On walks or hikes, or somewhere out to play;
It's curious how it seems arranged that way!
We used to use those rainy days to pout,
And stand there at the window looking out
And wishing things about the weather—oh,
I never knew a wish to change it, though!
But now—the gladdest secret! We don't need
Our dad to tell us stories. We can read!
We've found that Fairyland is everywhere—
You open up a book and, why, you're there!
Gardening is Heaps of Fun!
Gardening is heaps of fun!
We are partners with the sun,
For we help him make things grow,
With our spade and rake and hoe!
First we spade the ground, then rake it;
Ready for the seeds we make it;
Then in furrows carefully
Plant them as they ought to be.
Soon above the ground we spy
Tiny green things push and pry,
Little plants that from their night
Wake and climb to find the light.
They are thirsty, so we give
Water first that they may live;
Then the weeds we vanquish, so
Each wee shoot may thrive and grow.
Busy raindrops, light, and air,
Haste to come, our work to share.
For to them too, every one,
Gardening is heaps of fun!
