Classic and Contemporary Poetry
JUVENILE ALMANAC, by DOROTHY BUERGER First Line: We have no need of calendars Last Line: Store b.B. Guns and reel! Subject(s): Boys; Seasons | ||||||||
We have no need of calendars At our house any more: Each season romps in with a blast Of playful boyhood lore! When summer sunshine bakes the land, The waves of heat are crest With echoes of blurred Tarzan calls, Thumped upon sun-tanned chests! As autumn's multi-colored leaves Sway to the school-bell's peal -- Reluctantly the little men Store B.B. guns and reel! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NO AUTUMN IN MY COUNTRY by MEENA ALEXANDER AFTER TU FU (THEY SAY YOU'RE STAYING IN A MOUNTAIN TEMPLE) by MARVIN BELL HE HAD A GOOD YEAR by MARVIN BELL SO IT'S TODAY by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR CONTRA MORTEM: THE FALL by HAYDEN CARRUTH WAITER IN A CALIFORNIA VIETNAMESE RESTURANT by CLARENCE MAJOR |
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