SAT-Practice Word of
the Day: rancor
Intermediate Word of the Day: billingsgate
Difficult Word of the Day: levigate
I know a green and secret place
Under the phlox and Queen Anne's lace,
Where caterpillars creep and crawl
And have no fear of me at all.
There in a land of little things
The gray moth folds her dusty wings,
The beetle stumbles from his lair.
Not sorry that he sees me there.
Down avenues of light and shade,
The ants march proudly on parade
And roly-poly bugs, uncurled,
Invite me in to share their world.
If I come nack when I am grown
And walk across the field alone,
It well may be that I shall pass
Unheeding through the summer grass,
Too tall to note the sudden hush
Of voices in the underbrush,
Too tall to hear, beneath the phlox,
The clicking of unnumbered locks
Were tiny creatures dart about
In frantic haste to shut me out.
--"Window to the South."