Even if all the others are doing something, you can be differentMaybe other people don’t want to follow and you can still...

Off in a swampA bullfrog hurrumpedSetting the tempoFor our tune.While high in the treesCicadas wheezeA nighttime melodious...

On my grandfather’s farm there stood a treeThat bore four sorts of apples – green, red, red,Yellow – round like hearts. It...

Editor’s note: This poem arrived by mail, beautifully handwritten on paper rescued from a dumpster, along with a two-page...

Wee brown bat, concealed by a shutter,inverted in shady peace through the long summer day.Tonight you will dart around the...