The Beautiful Of World.

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 THE BEAUTIFUL OF WORLD

Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful World,
With the wonderful water round you curled,
And the wonderful grass upon your breast,
World, you are beautifully dressed.

The wonderful air is over me,
And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree
It walks on the water, and whirls the mills,
And talks to itself on the top of the hills.

You friendly Earth, how far do you go,
With the wheat fields that nod and the rivers that flow,
With cities and gardens and cliffs and isles,
And the people upon you for thousands of miles?

Ah! you are so great, and I am so small,
I hardly can think of you, World, at all;
And yet, when I said my prayers today,
My mother kissed me, and said, quite gay,

"If the wonderful world is great to you,
And great to Father and Mother, too,
You are more than the Earth, though you are such a dot!
You can love and think, and the Earth cannot!"This Beautiful World
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THE BEAUTIFUL MOON.

     The half moon shows a face of plaintive sweetness
    Ready and poised to wax or wane;
A fire of pale desire in incompleteness,
    Tending to pleasure or to pain:-
Lo, while we gaze she rolleth on in fleetness
    To perfect loss or perfect gain.
Half bitterness we know, we know half sweetness;
    This world is all on wax, on wane:
When shall completeness round time's incompleteness,
    Fulfilling joy, fulfilling pain?-
Lo, while we ask, life rolleth on in fleetness
    To finished loss or finished gain.

THE BEAUTIFUL RIVER.

THE BEAUTIFUL RIVER

The river’s a wanderer, a nomad, a tramp.
He doesn't choose any one place to set up his camp.

The river’s a winder, through valley and hill.
He twists and he turns, he just cannot be still.

The river’s a hoarder and he buries down deep
Those little treasures that he wants to keep.

The river’s a baby, he gurgles and hums
And sounds like he’s happily sucking his thumbs.

The river’s a singer, as he dances along
The countryside echoes the notes of his song.

The river’s a monster, hungry and vexed
He’s gobbled up trees and he’ll swallow you next.

THE TEACHER'S DAY.

 HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY

Hooray! It's the first day of school!I'm finally going to school this year,
and now the big day's almost here.
I'll learn to write and count and read--
Only two more days till school.

I got new pants and shirts and socks,
a brand-new red and blue lunch box;
I'll paint and sing and dance and play--
Only one more day fill school.

My hair is washed, my sneakers squeak,
I'm so excited, I can hardly speak!t
New things to do, new friends to mee--

The Nature Of My Life.

THE NATURE OF MY LIFE

  A girl was young
She walk's alone
With her friends
Until they're gone

She took a walk along
the shore
Which was so hot
and wet much more

She saw a man had seen before
When she approached he asked for -more
A thundred flowers blowed in sparks
When love joined they to be a part

He slipped away from lonely arms
From girlfriend's eyes and lovely heart
He used her love to take her prime
And turned to dusst her firelights

We always mistake
The time is our curse
I couldn't explain
How to take away the pain
Time can't be back, for what
It's so unjustice like that
Our curse is in me
Don't know how to live…

Children under, say, ten, shouldn't know
that the universe is ever-expanding,
inexorably pushing into the vacuum, galaxies
swallowed by galaxies, whole
solar systems collapsing, all of it
acted out in silence. At ten we are still learning
the rules of cartoon animation,

that if a man draws a door on a rock
only he can pass through it.
Anyone else who tries

will crash into the rock. Ten-year-olds
should stick with burning houses, car wrecks,
ships going down -- earthbound, tangible
disasters, arenas
where they can be heroes. You can run
back into a burning house, sinking ships
have lifeboats, the trucks will come
with their ladders, if you jump
you will be saved. A child
places her hand on the roof of a schoolbus,
& drives across a city of sand. She knows
the exact spot it will skid, at which point
the bridge will give, who will swim to safety
& who will be pulled under by sharks. She will learn
that if a man runs off the edge of a cliffhe will not fall

THE FLUTE

There's something about the flutes in Milwaukee
They make me want to fall in love.

There's something about that smooth polished silver,
That lifts my heart so high above.

Energy fills my every breath, when I hear their sweetest high tones.
Perhaps these feelings are too hard to let go.
When Milwaukee flutes use their sweet vibrato.

I'm weak when the lips and the head joint connect
Maybe it's the Lake Affect?

Without their flute so sweet,
My heart could never beat.