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May 01
May 1st

spring-peeper-istock.jpgThe First of May

Now the smallest creatures, who do not know they have names, In fields of pure sunshine open themselves and sing.

All over the marshes and in the wet meadows, Wherever there is water, the companies of peepers Who cannot count their members, gather with sweet shouting.

And the flowers of the woods who cannot see each other Appear in perfect likeness of one another Among the weak new shadows on the mossy places.

Now the smallest creatures, who know themselves by heart, With all their tender might and roundness of delight Spending their colors, their myriads and their voices Praise the moist ground and every winking leaf, And the new sun that smells of the new streams.

                                           ~Anne Porter

Poetry is a great literacy connection for the outdoors. spring-peeper-istock.jpg


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