“Living in the Body” by Joyce Su… Body is something you need in orde… on this planet and you only get on… And no matter which one you get, i… be satisfactory. It will not be be…

“The Farm” by Joyce Sutphen My father’s farm is an apple bloss… He keeps his hills in dandelion ca… and weaves a lane of lilacs betwee… and the jack-in-the-pulpits.

“Poem (As the cat)” by William C… As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset

“A Blessing” by James Wright Just off the highway to Rochester… Twilight bounds softly forth on th… And the eyes of those two Indian… Darken with kindness.

“Today” by Billy Collins If ever there were a spring day so… so uplifted by a warm intermittent… that it made you want to throw open all the windows in the house

“They Sit Together on the Porch”… They sit together on the porch, th… Almost fallen, the house behind th… Their supper done with, they have… The dishes–only two plates now, tw…

“Flying at Night” by Ted Kooser Above us, stars. Beneath us, cons… Five billion miles away, a galaxy… like a snowflake falling on water.… some farmer, feeling the chill of…

“Instructions on Not Giving Up”… More than the fuchsia funnels brea… of the crabapple tree, more than t… almost obscene display of cherry l… their cotton candy-colored blossom…

“Dishwater” by Ted Kooser Slap of the screen door, flat knoc… of my grandmother’s boxy black sho… on the wooden stoop, the hush and… of her knob-kneed, cotton-aproned…

“So Much Happiness” by Naomi Shi… It is difficult to know what to do… With sadness there is something to… a wound to tend with lotion and cl… When the world falls in around you…

“The Summer Day” by Mary Oliver Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black b… Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean—

“Fire and Ice” by Robert Frost Some say the world will end in fir… Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire.

“The Peace of Wild Things” by We… When despair for the world grows i… and I wake in the night at the lea… in fear of what my life and my chi… I go and lie down where the wood d…

“To Be Held” by Linda Hogan To be held by the light was what I wanted, to be a tree drinking the rain,

“Shoulders” by Naomi Shihab Nye A man crosses the street in rain, stepping gently, looking two times… because his son is asleep on his s… No car must splash him.