H abit is the hand that shapes the heart. A  soul becomes the soldier of its faith. P eace prevails through courage and by art. P ride is v...

Turn Off the TV! BY  BRUCE LANSKY My father gets quite mad at me; my mother gets upset— when they catch me watching our new te...

Zucchini Shofar BY  SARAH LINDSAY No animals were harmed in the making of this joyful noise: A thick, twisted stem from the garden...

My father inspired my appreciation for Robert Browning (and a variety of other poets!) Here's a classic that many know the story of, but...

Wind on the Hill BY  A. A. MILNE No one can tell me,    Nobody knows, Where the wind comes from,    Where the wind goes.   ...

Another spoken poem -- this time one by Ray Bradbury! Are you reading more poems this month?  I'm posting a poem a day for National Po...

Another poem for National Poetry Month. The Quiet World BY  JEFFREY MCDANIEL In an effort to get people to look into each other’...

Continuing a poem a day for the month of April!  If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee; If ever ...

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, and then forever! Deep in heart-wrung tears   I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and ...

Beachcomber When I have come with happy heart to sixty years and ten, I'll buy a boat and sail away upon a summer sea; And in a little...