You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll…

Continue reading → Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

Now's the time when children's noses All become as red as roses And the colour of their faces Makes me think of orchard places Where…

Continue reading → Autumn Song by Katherine Mansfield

What is pink? a rose is pink By a fountain's brink. What is red? a poppy's red In its barley bed. What is blue? the…

Continue reading → Color by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty:…

Continue reading → Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802 by William Wordsworth