I am trying to find a poem that I used to know at school in 1962?
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Fat black bucks in a wine barrel room \nBarrelhouse kings with feet unstable\nSagged and reeled and pounded on the table\nPounded on the table\nBeat an empty barrel with a handle of a broom\nHard as they were able\nBoom boom boom\nWith a silk umbrella and the handle of a broom\nBroomlay broomlay broomlay boom\n\nIf this seems familar, then see http://xroads.virginia.edu/~HYPER2/Lindsay/lindsay.html#congo for more of it.
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http://www.poetry.com
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http://www.authorsden.com/categories/poetry.asp?alpha=a&catid=73
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sorry, i wasnt paying any attention in my computer literature class last year. it might be in 1960 somthin, i think
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go to yahoo- and type in Search engine- popular children poems! adn looko for a long one.
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Try www.lyrics.com. There are a couple of other sites you can try, but I am unsure of their addresses at this time.
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try going on to http://www.lyricsondemand.com/p/p10/html
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http://www.lyrics-library.co.uk Try this web site. They have found a few old songs for my mum.
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I wanted to help so badly, but I can't find it. I searched for about 30 minutes. I Found a great site though. It tranlates poems into English. I will tell you if I find it.  P.S. when I originally searched the poem and went to the site a poem came up but it was blurry and it was in the Greece catagory.\n\nGood Luck,\n          Chelsea\n\n\n\nI updated my comment so that I could give you the English translation to singlesockcollectors poem: here it is\n\n\n\nLeaf turns brown fall, you have just flown away yourself, branch patronizes, you want to separate yourself.  This life source, that\nformerly nourished you, Asserted, embellished, nevertheless is not dried up!  \n\nAs a burning love, in violent pushed, This velvets nectar knew to stuff you.  This tree, that has you it does?  You in has you it too given?  Of a too perfect love would have you it flooded?  \n\nThe life that climbs in him, and cannot flow itself, NEEDS this puit, where she can s’épancher itself.  The vigor of the summer,\nwhere you puisas the joy OF A delighted happiness, the abandons without you.  \n\nSmall leaf turns brown, where go you to put yourself?  Will rejoin you foam it and his cold dew?  Do not go you to take mourning, in the frozen earth, With of other feuillées, that already are\nwithered.  \n\nDauphine 30/08/2004\n\nCheck the site
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Well, I tried but I need to know more about the lines in the poem.   Maybe you'll have better luck with these sites.\n\nhttp://www.bartleby.com/\n\nhttp://www.allexperts.com/user.cgi?m=4&expID=50938&catID=678\n\nhttp://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=12717\n\nhttp://www.thent.com/poetry.htm\n\nhttp://lii.org/search/file/poetry
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I’m not positive but I believe that what you have quoted is a version of an old song/poem with multiple versions.  One such version follows here and the source link provides much more detail on its origins.\n\n\nVALERIE BLOOM\nWAKE UP, AMY\nWake up, Amy chile,\nwater fe get,\nthe barrel fe full an’\nwe no draw one pan yet,\nan’ me see de sun\na-come up over de hill,\nah know if I lef ’\nyuh gwine be sleepin’ still\nat half past ten,\nmaybe twelve o’clock,\nif yuh don’t hurry up,\nde school gate gwine lock,\nbefore yuh get dere,\nwe haffe look firewood,\ncomb we hair,\ngive de goat dem food,\ntie out de donkey,\nsweep de yard,\nan’ eat breakfast,\nI know it hard\nFe leave you\nNice warm bed,\nBut work dey fe do,\nGet up, sleepyhead!\nWake up, wake up, wake up beeny bud\nWake up, beeny soon o’ mawnin’,\nWake up, wake up, wake up beeny bud\nWake up, beeny soon o’ mawnin’.
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try http://www.lyricsandsongs.com
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poems of different country(epics) man i need to pay attention in Reading Class a little more
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There are a lot of poems out there.  Could you be a little more specific in what you're looking for?
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I'm not sure but it might be at poetry.com
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"A Prison to Educate" by Roger McGough\n"If" by Rudyard Kipling- advice for children\n"First Lesson" by Philip Booth\n\nYou can probably find them on google\n\nor you can try a Romanian poet, Lucian Blaga ("Three Facets"):\n\nThe child giggles: "My wisdom and my love is my game."\nThe young man sings: "My game and my wisdom is my love."\nThe old man keeps silent: "My love and my game is my wisdom."
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http://www.online-literature.com/wordsworth/514/