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Alnaschar and the Oxen (a poem about a man who spends too much time with his cows)

by Rudyard Kipling THERE’S a pasture in a valley where the hanging woods divide,     And a Herd lies down and ruminates in peace; Where the pheasant rules the nooning, and the owl the twilight tide,     And the war-cries of our world die out and cease. Here I cast aside the burden that each weary week-day […]

The Cow

by Ogden Nash The cow is of the bovine ilk; One end is moo, the other, milk.

Poem 5

And another one! This one is from Melissa Stalcup: I like vacation I get to sleep late. Relaxing and reading No worries, no wait. Swimming is another activity I enjoy. Waving my arms through the water – ahoy!

Poem 4

From Meredith Hanson (age 9): Vacation Feelings I feel the sand between my toes and feel the sun on my face and feel the breeze run through my hair and the coolness of the waves as they wash upon the shore before me. And when night falls, I recall the feelings I had that day […]

Poem 3

From Craig Todd: Who I Was on My Summer Vacation or An Innocent Cubs Fan’s Daydreams For nine months of the year Homework was my only care But when summer rolled around My imagination jumped its bounds Alone in the schoolyard I was… Rick Reuschel throwing one more no-hitter, Sometimes I’d bat like Larry Bittner. […]

Poem Post 2

Dan Craig wrote a poem in honor of his father: My Father’s Knees The object of my first camera picture My Father’s Knees The aiming point of playing “10 in a row” (catch) My Father’s Knees The cause of fear when I was in trouble My Father’s Knees The cause of fond memories on early […]

Poems of the Week

Thanks to all of you who submitted poems! I will post a couple in each post. Remember, we're not rating the poems – just admiring the fact that some of our Fellow Carps submitted poems! From Tanya Redding: There'll be no Summer Vacation for me You see, we're having another baby Instead, I'll be pulling […]

Poem of the Week: Leisure

Leisure by W. H. Davies WHAT is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare? — No time to stand beneath the boughs, And stare as long as sheep and cows: No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass: No time to […]


Barbara Fretchie was a real lady, who lived in Frederick. However, the tale of her waving the American flag is not so true. Some say that she was in bed that day… apparently ill. Whittier (the author of the poem) said the following: Writing to the editor of "The Century" on the 10th of June, […]

Happy Thanksgiving!

Rate and review the following Thanksgiving Poem on the Carp site: "Over the River and Through the Wood" Written by Lydia Maria Child; originally published in 1844: Over the river, and through the wood, to Grandfather's house we go; the horse knows the way to carry the sleigh through the white and drifted snow. Over […]