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**Red Wheelbarrow**
- by Mr. William Carlos Williams so much depends upon

a red wheel barrow

glazed with rain water

beside the white chickens.

**Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening**
by Mr. Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.

**The Tiger (1st Stanza)**
- by Mr. William Blake

Tiger! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

Under a maple tree The dog lies down, Lolls his limp Tounge, yawns, Rests his chin Carefully between Front paws; Looks up, alert; Chops, with heavy Jaws, at a slow fly, Blinks, rolls On his side, Sighs, closes His eyes: sleeps All afternoon In his loose skin.
 * Dog - by Miss Valerie Worth**

I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; I'll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I shan't be gone long. - You come too.
 * The Pasture** - by Mr. Robert Frost

I'm going out to fetch the little calf That's standing by the mother. It's so young It totters when she licks it with her tongue. I shan't be gone long. - You come too.


 * Street Music** - by Mr. Arnold Adoff

This city: the always noise grinding up from the subways under ground: slamming from bus tires and taxi horns and engines of cars and trucks in all

vocabularies of clash flash screeching hot metal language combinations:

as planes overhead roar an orchestra of rolling drums and battle blasts assaulting my ears with the always noise of this city:

street music.