Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems

Today's poem is special because it's written by me, Grace Sloan! Do you like to write your own poems? Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem? Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too,...

"Listen to the Mustn'ts" by Shel Silverstein Listen to Mustn'ts, child, listen to the Don'ts. Listen to the Shouldn'ts, the Impossibles, the Won'ts. Listen to the Never Haves, then listen close to me.       Anything can happen, child, Anything can be. Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today...

"Who Has Seen the Wind?" by Christina Rossetti Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you: But when the leaves hang trembling, The wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their heads, The wind is passing by. Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready...

"My Valentine" (excerpt) by Robert Louis Stevenson I will make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night. I will make a palace fit for you and me Of green days in forests and blue days at sea. Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poe...

"February Twilight" by Sara Teasdale I stood beside a hill Smooth with new-laid snow, A single star looked out From the cold evening glow. There was no other creature That saw what I could see— I stood and watched the evening star As long as it watched me. Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for...

"Velvet Shoes" by Elinor Wylie Let us walk in the white snow     In a soundless space; With footsteps quiet and slow,     At a tranquil pace,     Under veils of white lace. I shall go shod in silk,     And you in wool, White as white cow’s milk,     More beautiful     Than the breast of a gull. We shall walk through the still town     In a windless peace; We shall step upon white down,     Upon si...

"The First Snowfall" (excerpt) by James Russell Lowell The snow had begun in the gloaming,    And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway    With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock    Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree    Was ridged inch deep with pearl. Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poe...

"January" by John Foster January is A clean white sheet, newly-ironed An empty page: A field of freshly-fallen snow Waiting to be mapped By our footsteps. Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem? Email pickledpoemspodcast@gmail.com and let me know what you thought about today...

"White Fields" by James Stephens I In the winter time we go Walking in the fields of snow, Where there is no grass at all, Where the top of every wall, Every fence, and every tree, Is as white as white can be. II Pointing out the way we came, —Every one of them the same— All across the fields there be Prints in silver filigree; And our mothers always know By the footprints in the snow, Where it is...

"Disturb Us, Lord" by Sir Francis Drake Disturb us, O Lord, when we are too well-pleased with ourselves; When our dreams have come true because we have dreamed too little; When we have arrived in safety because we sailed too close to the shore. Disturb us, O Lord, when with the abundance of things possessed, we lose our thirst for the Water of Life; When, having fallen in love with time, we have c...

"Pebbles" by Valerie Worth Pebbles belong to no one Until you pick them up — Then they are yours. But which, of all the world’s Mountains of little broken stones, Will you choose to keep? The smooth black, the white, The rough gray with sparks Shining in its cracks? Somewhere the best pebble must Lie hidden, meant for you If you can find it. Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck...

"Christmas Bells" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play,     And wild and sweet     The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom     Had rolled along     The unbroken song Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Till ringing, singing on its way, The world revolved...

"Some People" by Rachel Field Isn't it strange some people make     You feel so tired inside, Your thoughts begin to shrivel up     Like leaves all brown and dried! But when you're with some other ones,     It's stranger still to find Your thoughts as thick as fireflies     All shiny in your mind! Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podc...

"Hurk" by Shel Silverstein I'd rather play tennis than go to the dentist. I'd rather play soccer than go to the doctor. I'd rather play Hurk than go to work. Hurk? Hurk? What's Hurk? I don't know, but it  must  be better than work.  Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem? Em...

"Psalm 100" Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands. Serve the Lord with gladness: come before his presence with singing. Know ye that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name. For the Lord is good; h...

"Thanksgiving Day" (Over the river and through the wood) by Lydia Maria Child Over the river and through the wood,     To grandfather's house we go;          The horse knows the way          To carry the sleigh     Through the white and drifted snow. Over the river and through the wood--     Oh, how the wind does blow!          It stings the toes          And bites the nose,     As over the ground...

"The Mist and All" by Dixie Wilson I like the fall The mist and all I like the night owl’s lonely call And wailing sound Of wind around I like the gray November day And bare, dead boughs that coldly sway Against my pane I like the rain I like to sit And laugh at it And tend my cozy fire a bit I like the fall The mist and all Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems...

"Geography" by Eleanor Farjeon Islands and peninsulas, continents and capes, Dromedaries, cassowaries, elephants and apes, Rivers, lakes and waterfalls, whirlpools and the sea, Valley-beds and mountain-tops — are all Geography! The capitals of Europe with so many curious names, The North Pole and the South Pole and Vesuvius in flames, Rice-fields, ice-fields, cotton-fields, fields of maize and tea...

"Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore" by William Brighty Rands   Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore — No doubt you have heard the name before — Was a boy who never would shut a door! The wind might whistle, the wind might roar, And teeth be aching and throats be sore, But still he never would shut the door. His father would beg, his mother implore, "Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore, We really do wish you would shu...

"Bear in There" by Shel Silverstein There's a polar bear In our Frigidaire— He likes it 'cause it's cold in there. With his seat in the meat And his face in the fish And his big hairy paws In the buttery dish, He's nibbling the noodles, He's munching the rice, He's slurping the soda, He's licking the ice. And he lets out a roar If you open the door. And it gives me a scare To know he's in there— T...

"Seal" by William Jay Smith See how he dives From the rocks with a zoom! See how he darts Through his watery room Past crabs and eels And green seaweed, Past fluffs of sandy Minnow feed! See how he swims With a swerve and a twist, A flip of the flipper, A flick of the wrist! Quicksilver-quick, Softer than spray, Down he plunges And sweeps away; Before you can think, Before you can utter Words like...

"My Father Gave Me Seeds" by John Foster My father gave me seeds. I gave the seeds to the earth. The earth gave me flowers. I gave the flowers to the bees. The bees gave me honey. I gave the honey to a merchant. The merchant gave me cloth. I gave the cloth to a tailor. The tailor gave me a cloak. I gave the cloak to a farmer. The farmer gave me seeds. I gave the seeds to my father. My father gave...

"maggie and milly and molly and may" by e. e. cummings maggie and milly and molly and may went down to the beach(to play one day) and maggie discovered a shell that sang so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and milly befriended a stranded star whose rays five languid fingers were; and molly was chased by a horrible thing which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and may came ho...

"I Sit Beside the Fire and Think" by J. R. R. Tolkien I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen, of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been; Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were, with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair. I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see....

"Hurt No Living Thing" by Christina Rossetti Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing, Nor cricket chirping cheerily, Nor grasshopper so light of leap, Nor dancing gnat, nor beetle fat, Nor harmless worms that creep. Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s P...