In Grade 4 I learned a poem by Carl Sandburg:
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbour and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Any poems you remember from long-ago days at school?
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The Country Mice 
The friendly cow all red and white
I love with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple-tart.
She wanders lowing here and there, 5
And yet she cannot stray,
All in the pleasant open air,
The pleasant light of day;
And blown by all the winds that pass
And wet with all the showers, 10
She walks among the meadow grass
And eats the meadow flowers.
Robert Louis Stevenson
All of these were read and read again to me by my mother.
This one I knew by heart.
I also remember Bed in Summer. And does it not seem hard to you when all the world is bright and agy to have to go to bed by day? (Not sure I have that right)
And A.A. Milne
And the King said….I do loke a little bit of butter for my bread…
Alseep…in a bed of delphiniums blue and geraniums red.
Mary
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