poem

Johnny Crow’s Party By L. Leslie Brooke Johnny Crow Plied Rake and Row And improved his little Garden. And the Eagle Looked quite regal In Johnny Crow's Garden And the Cockatoo Said "Comment vous portez vous?" But the Gander Didn't understand her; Yet the Flamingo Spoke the same lingo In Johnny Crow's Garden. Mr.

OAK Out on the hill, old Oak still stands: stag-headed, fire-struck, bare-crowned, stubbornly holding its ground. Poplar is the whispering tree, Rowan is the sheltering tree, Willow is the weeping tree — and Oak is the waiting tree. Three hundred years to grow, three hundred more to thrive, three hundred years to die — nine hundred years alive....