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Happy St. Patrick's Day!

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  • Don't forget to watch out for sneaky Leprechauns this month :)

  • "You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself, any direction you choose." --Dr. Seuss

  • Check out the "PRESENTING POETRY" Box-scroll down to see some new poems! :)

  • Check out our "Announcements" for a new March SCIENCE AT HOME activity!!

  • Helping our community idea: use re-useable water bottles instead of plastic bottles to help reduce the amount of plastic garbage!
 
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                           ~~~PRESENTING POETRY!!~~~
For Fun Poem Seriously Cool Poem

How did it get so late??
by Dr. Seuss
I am of Ireland
by William Butler Yeats
How did it get so late so soon?
It’s night before it’s afternoon.
December is here before it’s June.
My goodness how the time has flewn.
How did it get so late so soon?
 'I am of Ireland,
And the Holy Land of Ireland,
And time runs on,' cried she.
'Come out of charity,
Come dance with me in Ireland.'

One man, one man alone
In that outlandish gear,
One solitary man
Of all that rambled there
Had turned his stately head.
That is a long way off,
And time runs on,' he said,
'And the night grows rough.'

'I am of Ireland,
And the Holy Land of Ireland,
And time runs on,' cried she.
'Come out of charity
And dance with me in Ireland.'

'The fiddlers are all thumbs,
Or the fiddle-string accursed,
The drums and the kettledrums
And the trumpets all are burst,
And the trombone,' cried he,
'The trumpet and trombone,'
And cocked a malicious eye,
'But time runs on, runs on.'

I am of Ireland,
And the Holy Land of Ireland,
And time runs on,' cried she.
"Come out of charity
And dance with me in Ireland.'
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