The Night Before Christmas 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be...
God's Garden by Robert Frost God made a beauteous garden With lovely flowers strown, But one straight, narrow pathway That was not overgrown. And to this beauteous garden He brought mankind to live, And said:...
Robert Frost Biography Robert Frost was arguably one of the finest American poets in the twentieth century. Although he first published his books in England during the 1910s, he returned to America as the most-read and anthologized...
by Shel Silverstein
I went to find the pot of gold
That’s waiting where the Rainbow ends.
I searched and searched and searched and searched
And searched and searched, and then-
There it was, deep in the grass,
Under an onld and twisty bough.
It’s mine, it’s mine, it’s mine at last….
What do I search for now?
by Shel Silverstein
No one’s hangin’ stockin’s up,
No one’s bakin’ pie,
No one’s lookin up to see
A new star in the sky.
No one’s talkin’ brotherhood,
No one’s givin’ gifts,
And no one loves a Christmas tree
On March the twenty-fifth.