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Little Jack Horner

(Inane, cheerful English poem concerning a boy's single 'Hurrah' achievement;
however, recently challenged as appallingly irreverent or narrow)

Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner,
Eating a Christmas pie;
He put in his thumb,
And pulled out a plum,
And said "What a good boy am I!"

Now I present the politically corrected version of the rhyme 'Little Jack Horner':

Vertically-challenged Jack Horner
Sat in a corner,
Eating his/her humble seasonal pie;
The generic human being put in his/her thumb,
And pulled out an organically-grown plum,
And said, "What an average person am I."

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A Spring Sonnet
(Arthur Henry Adams)

Last night beneath the mockery of the moon
I heard the sudden startled whisperings
Of wakened birds settling their restless wings;
The North-east brought his word of gladness, "Soon!"
And all the night with wonder was a-swoon.
A soul had breathed into long-dreaming things;
Some unseen hand hovered above the strings:
Some cosmic chord had set the earth in tune.
And when I rose I saw the Bay arrayed
In her grey robe against the coming heat.
A pulse awoke within the stirring street--
The wattle-gold upon the pavements thrown,
And through the quiet of the colonnade
The smoky perfume of boronia blown.

A Spring Theme

Battered 'neath the thunderstorms of spring,
Shoots erupt from the seeds that we had sown.
Soon the quivery flowers have all grown,
As host to thirsty bees that sting and birds that sing.
What more might these longer days bring,
When icy northeastern winds have blown
And April's ultimate beauty is shown?
Do hibernating skunks reawaken in the shade,
And hormonal deer honeymoon in the woodland glade?
From a high oak tree bough the children swing;
Their enchanted faces shine bright!
When our outdoor toil in the garden is complete,
We meet together in spontaneous delight,
Then adore a thousand fragrances so sweet!

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Ode in May
William Watson

What is so sweet and dear
As a prosperous morn in May,
The confident prime of the day,
And the dauntless youth of the year,
When nothing that asks for bliss,
Asking aright, is denied,
And half of the world a bridegroom is,
And half of the world a bride?

William and Kate offer a date,
Of when they will marry--
It's April twenty-nine.
Now second in dad's line
To a kingdom, ahead of Harry.

Thousands of friends shall attend,
But not this happy groom's mother--
Famous Diana is dead,
As her head son is to wed
Before his waggish brother.

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All in June
William Henry Davies

A week ago I had a fire
To warm my feet, my hands and face;
Cold winds, that never make a friend,
Crept in and out of every place.

Today the fields are rich in grass,
And buttercups in thousands grow;
I'll show the world where I have been--
With gold-dust seen on either shoe.

Till to my garden back I come,
Where bumble-bees for hours and hours
Sit on their soft, fat, velvet bums,
To wriggle out of hollow flowers.

June Wildfire

Wildfire blows with drafty wind,
Devastation smolders in its wake;
Forgive us Nature, we have sinned;
Acres succumb to human mistake.

Firefighters on hilltops in the fight,
For flames touch everything green;
Heavy smoke swallows up the light;
How can occluded mountains be seen?

Animals hear an otherworldly roar;
Bewildered deer have no food.
Unbearably hot flames at the core -
Deplorable tragedy to the wood!

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The opening lines of "A Tale of Two Cities" by Charles Dickens.

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only." - by Charles Dickens, "A Tale of Two Cities"

"Summer of Love" was the unprecedented phenomenon that started at the Haight-Ashbury neighborhood of San Francisco. We've seen the grittiest filthy hippies, sprightliest waifs, sweetest flower children frolicking outside eateries, bookstore windows, on roofs, to shower festive daisies, gewgaw gifts, a whiff of hashish, wee LSD tablet, wise philosophies, life ideologies, or hope on passersby - imitated nationwide.

By eerie contradiction, we saw hate afoot - the worst hate of recent US history! We saw tasteless footage of firefighters teamed with police in riot gear, with strategies to overtake violence - nationwide.

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A Cliff Dwelling
by Robert Frost

There sandy seems the golden sky
And golden seems the sandy plain.
No habitation meets the eye
Unless in the horizon rim,
Some halfway up the limestone wall,
That spot of black is not a stain
Or shadow, but a cavern hole,
Where someone used to climb and crawl
To rest from his besetting fears.
I see the callus on his soul
The disappearing last of him
And of his race starvation slim,
Oh years ago - ten thousand years.

Bandelier National Monument

Behold a Southwest memorial to agelessness,
Clock of civilization reversed a thousand years to timelessness;
Petroglyphs decorate its hideaway chambers in artfulness;
They tell a story of earth-harmonious inhabitants:
The midsummer corn, chili and bean planters,
Who before they left a harsh life of tirelessness,
Passed on knowhow and ways to Pueblo men of today -
Highlighting the goal: steadfastness.

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