Poems from Love That Dog

The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams

so much dependsupon

a red wheelbarrow

glazed with rainwater

beside the whitechickens.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy EveningRobert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shakeTo ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweepOf easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep.

The TygerWilliam BlakeTyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?*

*First stanza

dogValerie Worth

Under a maple treeThe dog lies down,

Lolls his limpTongue, yawns,

Rests his long chinCarefully between

Front paws;Looks up, alert;

Chops, with heavyJaws, at a slow fly,

Blinks, rollsOn his side,Sighs, closes

His eyes: sleepsAll afternoon

In his loose skin.

The PastureRobert Frost

I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;I'll only stop to rake the leaves away

(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):I sha'n't be gone long.--You come too.

I'm going out to fetch the little calfThat's standing by the mother. It's so young,It totters when she licks it with her tongue.

I sha'n't be gone long.--You come too.

Street MusicArnold Adoff

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MY YELLOW DOG

By Jack

Love That BoyWalter Dean Myers

Love that boy,like a rabbit loves to runI said I love that boylike a rabbit loves to runLove to call him in the morninglove to call him"Hey there, son!"He walk like his Grandpa,Grins like his Uncle Ben.I said he walk like his Grandpa,And grins like his Uncle Ben.Grins when he’s happy,When he sad, he grins again.His mama like to hold him,Like to feed him cherry pie.I said his mama like to hold him.Like to feed him that cherry pie.She can have him now,I’ll get him by and byHe got long roads to walk downBefore the setting sun.I said he got a long, long road to walk downBefore the setting sun.He’ll be a long stride walker,And a good man before he done.