Halcyon Days at Sail... As the days take on a mellower light, and the apple at last hangs really finish'd and indolent-ripe on the tree, Then for the teeming quietest, happiest days of all! The brooding and blissful halcyon days. Walt Whitman Sea Fever I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by; And the wheel's kick and ...

The Bat Poet Page For My Mother, who used to read me a book entitled The Bat Poet by Randall Jarrell Ms. Delancy's class wrote Bat Poetry in the Cinquin Style Nik wrote If I Were as Blind as a Bat in Mr.Danielson's Class Mrs. Durand's grade two class worked on some Bat Haiku's Here's a collection of Bat Poetry Steve Harris writes about the bats of Bracken Cave Miss Florin's Class wrote some Bat ...