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January Poems

When Winter Comes
When winter comes and snow piles deep
Where do animals go to sleep?
Squirrel curls up when cold winds howl
And shares a tree with hooty owl.
Chipmunk and mouse dig holes down deep
And curl up for some wintry sleep.
Raccoon climbs up in a tall tree
Into a hole safe as can be.
Skunk cannot climb but he has found
A tree hole home close to the ground;
Opossum finds a sleeping space
In an old log woodsy place.
Corn stalks are where rabbit stays
Snug and dry on winter days.
When winter goes they all will roam
Back to cozy summer homes.
                        -Carol Quinn

Winter
Winter brings us ice and snow
And cold and frosty winds that blow.
I love to skate on ponds that freeze
And watch my breath blow in the breeze!
When snowflakes sparkle in the sun,
I’m glad that winter has begun!
                        -Shirley C. Granahan


Martin Luther King
Martin Luther King was a hero
Who fought for people’s rights.
He wanted African Americans
To be treated as fairly as whites.
This special man led marches
And peaceful protests too.
He helped to make lives better;
It was something he had to do.
Ha had a dream of freedom
To make things equal and fair.
Now on his birthday we celebrate
How he helped people everywhere.
                        -Deborah Garmon


In or Out?
The groundhog hides inside his home,
Warm and fast asleep.
When he wakes, he’ll lift his head
And take a tiny peek.
If the sky is covered with clouds,
Then out the groundhog comes,
But if the day is sunny and bright,
Back into his hole he runs.
                        -Marie E. Cecchini

Coins                                                                
I have a quarter,
A quarter to spend.
After I spend it
Where will it end?

The man at the store
Puts it into his drawer.
Then gives it as change,
To Mrs. Detour.

It goes in her purse
But comes out again,
When she wants to buy
A pretty new pen.

And so my quarter
Keeps going around.
Where will it go next?
Which city or town?
                 -S. LaBella

 

 

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