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“Would you like some warm Spring pie?
Then, take a cup of clear blue sky.
Stir in buzzes from a bee,
Add the laughter of a tree.

A dash of sunlight should suffice
To give the dew a hint of spice.
Mix with berries, plump and sweet.
Top with fluffy clouds, and eat!”
― Paul Kortepeter, Holly Pond Hill: A Child's Book of Easter

“Snow harder! Snow more!
Snow blizzards galore!
I can’t get enough
Of the fluffy white stuff!
Snow! Snow! Snow!
Snow a ton! Snow a heap!
Snow ten feet deep!
I wouldn’t cry
If it snowed til July.
Snow! Snow! Snow!”
― Paul Kortepeter, The Holly Pond Hill Christmas Treasury

“Happy Easter to you, my friend!
This day’s light shall have no end.
For Christ did rise
In the golden morn
And by His life are we reborn.

Happy Easter to one and all!
The night is over, the sun is tall.
The day did break with a tiny beam
And flooded life with Light supreme.”
― Paul Kortepeter, Holly Pond Hill: A Child's Book of Easter

“In the garden,
just we two,
Look! I have a rose
for you ...”
― Suzy Davies

“I walk out into the open, never dreaming of what I'd see. I sat on a tree and saw Mother Nature crying to me. When I looked around, I knew the pain She felt. All the trees lifeless on the ground. She cries and asks me, 'How?' She continued, 'It's gone. I had to say goodbye to my grass, trees, and little animals, too. This was once beautiful and I was happy, but now I feel like you.'

(Larissa Ross, student)”
― Timothy P. McLaughlin, Walking on Earth and Touching the Sky: Poetry and Prose by Lakota Youth at Red Cloud Indian School

“paint the pony I will ride
soft hues that gather childhood
and thrust forward, to nowhere

back again, we turn
to plunking calliope tune
loud, round notes, we lift higher

hollowed ponies with painted ribbons
between our thighs,
laughter in her eyes

-- from 'Paint the Dancing Pony' (a poem)”
― Christina M. Ward, organic

“Kindness went out to play all on a summer's day. When she went out many smiles came out and joined in sweet array.

Taken from Ms. Loo's book Mother Goose Move Over or you're gonna love poetry.”
― Sara Loo

“A Tribute to the Kite
.....Oh such joy what a splendor has never been heard of a string that would lend you the wings of a bird.

Sara Loo, Mother Goose Move Over or you're gonna love poetry”
― Sara Loo

“A Tribute to the Kite
.....Oh such joy what a splendor has never been heard of a string that would lend you the wings of a bird.

Sara Loo,'Mother Goose Move Over or you're gonna love poetry”
― Sara Loo

“It’s exciting to watch young children read poetry for the first time. You can sense the wheels turning and you just know their brain is doing this wonderful thing called learning. It’s magical!”
― Elaine Grey

“Indian misery is when somebody takes your land.
Indian misery is when somebody kills your friends.
Indian misery is when your people turn against you.
Indian misery is being slaves to people.
Indian misery is being locked up in jail.
Indian misery is people killing your food for money.
Indian misery is fighting. Indian misery is no peace.
Indian misery is when you get killed. Indian misery is if you lose the fight.

(Andrew Herman, student)”
― Timothy P. McLaughlin, Walking on Earth and Touching the Sky: Poetry and Prose by Lakota Youth at Red Cloud Indian School

“What the roses are saying cannot be heard through voice
but through beauty as you watch the rain slip
from their petals and hang from their edges.

(Dena Colhoff, student)”
― Timothy P. McLaughlin, Walking on Earth and Touching the Sky: Poetry and Prose by Lakota Youth at Red Cloud Indian School

“Misery is when you always seem to be getting dressed in black to go to a funeral.
Misery is when you get there and realize that the person who is dead is another close friend.
Misery is when you look around and all your friends are crying.
Misery is when you hear them say they'll try to stop and stay away from this stuff.
Misery is when the next day you see them stocking up in White Clay for a party soon to come.
Misery is whenyou hear the sirens, and you have to sit and wonder whose funeral you'll be attending for the next few days.
Misery is when you realize they'll never stop,
and you'll always be choosing black clothing for the next day.

(Kayla Matthews, student)”
― Timothy P. McLaughlin, Walking on Earth and Touching the Sky: Poetry and Prose by Lakota Youth at Red Cloud Indian School

“Life on
Life on the reservation
Life on the reservation is dirty
Life on the reservation is dirty, filthy
Life on the reservation is dirty, filthy dogs.

(Dena Colhoff, student)”
― Timothy P. McLaughlin, Walking on Earth and Touching the Sky: Poetry and Prose by Lakota Youth at Red Cloud Indian School

“A poem is playing with many words which gives many giggles after a happy day or not so happy day.”
― Gloria D. Gonsalves

“Poetry is like a cat, waiting for a friendly hand and a tickle, before it meows loud.”
― Gloria D. Gonsalves

“There’s a rumble in your tum,
That makes you feel glum,
Diarrhea,
Diarrhea.

There’s a feeling in your rear,
That fills you with fear,
Diarrhea,
Diarrhea.

Then it comes out of your bum,
Like a bullet from a gun,
Diarrhea,
Diarrhea.

Discovered and remastered by Max Tew and Seb Howarth”
― Jane Wilson-Howarth, How to Shit Around the World: The Art of Staying Clean and Healthy While Traveling

“You are made to soar high. The sky is the limit. No challenge or quest is too big with you in it.”
― Joe Caruso, In the Image of God: A Story of Identity and Value

“Dreambeast

If you have a dream
that won’t go away
that gnaws at your toes
with each waking day

That sings beneath notes
and swirls between stars
From lines in great books
it thrashes and gnarls

From cinema screens
it leaps along light
and twists your insides
and stalks you at night

Then give it attention
Tame that wild dream
It’s there for a reason
yet to be seen

A beast of the future
only you own
Don't let it escape
into the unknown

Train it with care
and boost its esteem
Spotlight it brightly
so it can be seen

Or dreams can turn nasty
tire and groan
Diminishing creatures
if left all alone

The beast never dies
just shrinks and goes cold
A lone, solemn dream
growing weary and old

Fight the dream-bruisers
wish-batterers too
and splatterers of hope
who'll be waiting for you

Feel the roar rumble
Hear every shout
It’s your beast of a dream
just dying to get out”
― Mark Bird

“Shel Silverstein:
"...Put something silly into the world.”
― Candy Carlile, I Left My Brain at School: Poems for Kids

“Put something silly into the world."
Shel Silverstein”
― Shel Silverstein