"Good Morrow'' coloring page and poem

Description of Coloring Page: crocus frame and poem, text by Harriet Joor

"Awake!" the yellow Crocus Cries!
"Open wide your sleepy eyes!
For little Children, as for Flowers,
The Day unfolds it's shining Hours.
Awake to laugh - to work - to play -
Be good and glad the whole bright Day:
Then close your eyes up very tight
And sleep through all the cool dark night."

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Graceful Servants

 Graceful Servants by Betty Chapman Benhum

Knives and forks should always be
Well behaved for you and me.
Up on end they should not stand,
Nor go sailing in one's hand.
Knives are made to cut the meat,
Forks are meant to help one eat.
They are servants, bright and ready,
They'll obey if one is steady,
Always with  their peasant graces.
Always in their proper places.

Froggy

Froggy by F. E. Valetta

Every froggy every spring,

Every eve must shrilly sing;

Froggy, froggy, chirp your 

fill.

We'll all listen - sure we

will.

Froggy, froggy, don't you

know,

Old Jack Frost will nip a toe

If you don't keep in your

nose

While old Jackie's north

wind blows?

Froggy, froggy, bide a wee,

Till greening sward and 

budding tree

And April's warm, life-giving

rain

Make your coming safe 

again.

Pussy Willow Poem

Illustrated "Pussy Willows" by Cora M V Preble.

The little pussy willows
Upon the small, brown trees
Lie sleeping in their cradles,
Arocking in the breeze.

And every pussy willow,
So fat and round and small,
Is dreaming in the sunshine,
And curled up in a ball.

Such funny little fellows
In fuzzy coats of fur-
I wonder, if I stroked them,
Would pussy willows purr?

Anna's Easter Dream by Louise Cooper

When little Anna went to sleep

Upon the eve of Easter day

She dreamed of candied eggs a heap

And frisky, brisky lambs at play.

Plump Humpty Dumpty, with a bow,

Stood smiling on the counterpane,

And Ducky Daddles, wondering how,

Was at the foot just to explain.

Three baby ducks in noisy play,

Who never thought to pardon beg.

Cried "Quack, quack, quack for Easter day!"

And then tobogganed down an egg.

A rooster and a hen on nest

Exclaimed, "Please put us in the rhyme,

for we are doing our level best

In working up the Easter time!"

five bunnies, each with eyes of pink

And ears so long they flapped like wings,

Said, "We are not considered bad.

And, don't forget, we're little too."

five sparrows, proud of their wee size--

They never grow too broad or tall--

Chirped, "We should surely win a prize,

for we are littlest of them all."

Two tiny men from Titakum,

With good strong arm and sturdy leg,

Held steady as a block o fgum

A large and glowing rainbow egg:

There, standing on it like a queen.

With rosy lips and roguish eye.

In pink and gold and bronze and green,

The girly, curly butterfly.

by Louise Cooper

Resurgam, the Latin for "I shall rise again"

 

Sing!

Heart of mine.

And let the wondrous

Music of thy voice

Fill all the world with Light.

Sing and rejoice!

For in thy Risen Lord

love hath dispelled 

The thought of night,

And blessed hopes upspring,

Like fragrant flowers

From the awakened sod.

Trembling with new vibration

At the touch of God.

There is no Death,

For Life and Love

Are His dominion,

And every breath

of holy aspiration

But draws our spirits

Unto His; and we

Are Risen indeed-

To immortality.

by Elizabeth Ruggles

Nurserytown

By Regina Watson

Oh! Nursery Town is a beautiful place,

It lies in the middle of Motherlove land,

And the sun shining there is Mother's own face,

And Nursie's the lady who's left in command.

Now, some of the places in Nursery Town

Are Babyhouse corner and Whitewood Farm

With its sheep, and shepherd all dressed in his gown,

And wee wooly dog to protect us from harm.

In Picturebook Row there live Little Boy Blue, 

And Jack and his sister, who tumbled down hill;

The funny old woman, whose home was a shoe,

And the other old woman who never was still.

There's Building Block street, and the tin soldiers' camp,

And Rockinghorse station near Chiffonier alley;

And Windowsill walk, where the soldier boys tramp,

And Paper Doll lane by the Woodbasket valley. 

The cabinet hospital stands there, too;

With its poor little patients all sick in their beds;

And gentle Nurse Needle and good Doctor Glue

To sew up their arms or to stick on their heads.

Aground, high and dry, is a beautiful ark,

With brave Mister Noah and those of his crew;

And all the animals live on his bark;

From Piggie the Pink to a gray kangaroo.

There are two little boats in this Nursery Town,

Moored close by the ferry of Going To Sleep;

And a pillow aboard for each fair curly crown

Of the two little sailors who into them creep.

At Round Table Tavern, the spot where they're fed,

They stop off for supper and breakfast for two;

Potatoes or hominy, butter and bread,

Or eggs, toast and milk and a cracker may do.

A wonderland sweet is Nursery Town!

So gay is the play there thee whole of the day;

You take a step up, and then take a step down,

And walk till you find it--it's not far away.

I hate hominy.

Robber Baby

I'm a big bold robber-
baby
And every single day
I creep right up to
careless folks
And steal their love
away!
by Elizabeth Kirkman

The Wind by Maud M. Johnson

The wind is very busy,

He's sweeping with might and main;

He's sweeping the clouds from the 

stormy sky

So that it shall not rain.

He's sweeping up the leaves

That littered the country lane;

And now he sweeps with delicious breath

The dust from my tired brain. 

Maud M. Johnson.

The March Hare And The Easter Rabbit

The March Hare And The Easter Rabbit

An Easter Bunny Sale

March rabbits wild, May rabbits bold,

Easter rabbits here for sale, just one month old!

Come and buy my bunnies brown,

Prizes three they've taken;

Silky ears and cotton tails-

You cannot be mistaken.

By Susan Hunter Walker, 1905

Illustrated Poem: The Gardener

Color in this garden poem called, "The Gardener" by Lucy Fitch Perkins.

Illustrated Poems: Grandmother's Garden

Color in this lovely garden verse by Joel Benton.

Illustrated Poems: Garden Rivals

Color this poem by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay called, "Garden Rivals"