Нужны красивые стихи о детстве на английском языке. Будьте добры, подскажите, если у вас есть что-нибудь)

Blackberry-Picking
BY SEAMUS HEANEY

Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot
Among others, red, green, hard as a knot.
You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet
Like thickened wine: summer's blood was in it
Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for
Picking. Then red ones inked up and that hunger
Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam-pots
Where briars scratched and wet grass bleached our boots.
Round hayfields, cornfields and potato-drills
We trekked and picked until the cans were full,
Until the tinkling bottom had been covered
With green ones, and on top big dark blobs burned
Like a plate of eyes. Our hands were peppered
With thorn pricks, our palms sticky as Bluebeard's.

We hoarded the fresh berries in the byre.
But when the bath was filled we found a fur,
A rat-grey fungus, glutting on our cache.
The juice was stinking too. Once off the bush
The fruit fermented, the sweet flesh would turn sour.
I always felt like crying. It wasn't fair
That all the lovely canfuls smelt of rot.
Each year I hoped they'd keep, knew they would not.

какое отношение к Лингвистике?

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are -
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky.

When the glorious Sun is set,
When the grass with dew is wet,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

Правда, это только детские стихи, а не стихи о детстве. Просто вспомнил: мы изучили их наизусть в 50-е, школьные годы...

Metalica-Whiskey in the jar

Alan Alexander Milne! Сборники When we were very young и Now we are six.
“When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
When I was Three
I was hardly me.
When I was Four,
I was not much more.
When I was Five, I was just alive.
But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever,
So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.”
― A.A. Milne, Now We Are Six

Lewis Carroll
All In The Golden Afternoon
I keep 6 honest serving men и до стихи