Ice Skating

Children Skating Painting by Percy Tarrant
People love to go skating, across the ice;
It may be rather chilly, but it’s just so nice.
People wrapped up in coats, gloves and scarves,
Share each other’s company, and also some laughs.
                              ~*~
Fairy lights twinkle, up in the trees nearby.
Excited eyes sparkle, and spirits are high.
Across the rink, the skaters twist and twirl;
On the ice, their skates create ornate swirls.
                           ~*~
Novice skaters hang on, tightly, to the side;
Their nerves, with smiles, they try to hide.
A good sense of balance is vital, to stay upright;
Wibble-wobbling about, some people lose the fight.
                               ~*~
Some skaters execute some amazing moves;
That they are old pros, they can easily prove.
Some people hold hands, as they skate around;
Taking in all of the exciting sights and sounds.
                             ~*~
The skaters’ noses and cheeks glow, rosy pink,
As they make their way around the huge ice rink.
Some of the first time skaters, tumble and fall,
And they just can’t seem to get the hang of it all.
                             ~*~
It’s a festive experience, which is hard to beat,
And, for many, it’s an exciting winter time treat.
To go skating, at an outdoor rink, people wait all year;
It’s an activity, guaranteed to bring some festive cheer.
Children Skating ~ by Percy Tarrant ~  1879-1930

Cookies and the Moon

Child Moon 

                                                                               *

The child’s wonder
At the old moon
Comes back nightly.
She points her finger
To the far silent yellow thing
Shining through the branches
Filtering on the leaves a golden sand,
Crying with her little tongue, “See the moon!”
And in her bed fading to sleep
With babblings of the moon on her little mouth.

                                                                             *

by Carl Sandburg

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Time & Cookies

*

Time quickly goes away,

like cookies on a plate.

Maybe if we bake some more,

We can make time wait.

*

Author Unknown

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Black Iron Gate

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Black Iron Gate

*

In the back yard all alone I sit,

Warm Spring sun, softness of breeze.

Trusting friends will come for a visit,

Hearing the squeak of that gate, oh please.

*

Seedlings float by brushing my cheeks,

I dream of running, oh wouldn’t that be great.

Thoughts float by, I’m wading in creeks,

Better still, I hear the squeak of the gate.

Hopefully they’ll come, friends and class mates.

*

I try very hard to keep a smile on my face,

In my mind, I can go just about any  place.

No one is coming, in the warmth of this day,

I’ll stay positive, I’ll read my book.

At the black iron gate, no more shall I look.

*

Day is near end, what more to hear, what more to say,

The black iron gate did not squeak, didn’t open, nor sway,

There were no friends to come visit me today.

*

I traveled down many paths in the woods,

Climbed mountains and waded in brooks.

I did all of these things and many more,

My adventures come from all my books.

*

Another rising, another day I will again in my 

back yard wait,

Sitting under colored trees, crisp air telling of Fall.

With my books in my lap, near the black iron gate,

Indeed I have no doubt, soon my friends will call.

*

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Kids Write Poems About Fall

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Fall

Fall this year will see me tall
I grew big over the summer
It’s the the best one of them all
The leaves are red and gold
This winter I will be olderby Jimmy age 6

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Fiery, orange
leaves cover
the rich,
grass. A
monarch butterfly
flutters through
the morning air.

Emily C, age: 12, Year: 8, Selwyn House School, ChristchurchPoem:https://nzpoetrybox.wordpress.com/tag/poems-by-children/

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Falling Leaves

LEAVES, RED, ORANGE, AND FALLING
DYING, CHANGING, YELLOW, BROWN, AND GOLDEN
COLORS, BRIGHT, GLOWING, LIVELY
MAKE AN AUTUMN SHADOW FLOWING
COLORS BEYOND BELIEF
By Anita
Age 10

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Crispy Weather ~ Spicy Tea

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A Cup of Tea

When the world is all at odds
And the mind is all at sea
Then cease the useless tedium
And brew a cup of tea.

There is magic in its fragrance,
There is solace in its taste;
And the laden moments vanish
Somehow into space.

And the world becomes a lovely thing!
There’s beauty as you’ll see;
All because you briefly stopped
To brew a cup of tea.

Tea helps our head and heart.
Ted medicates most every part.
Tea rejuvenates the very old.
Tea warms the hands of those who’re cold.

J. Amsterdam ~ 1670

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Fall Tea Recipes:

Warm Sips of Tea and Crisp Bites of Fall

NEW AND FRESH / November 22nd, 2013

Incorporating fresh tea with savory ingredients can make a festive meal for all

to enjoy this season. Delve into the warm scents of the season with these easy t

ea recipes, ideal for fall entertaining.

Gingersnap Chai Latte

Ingredients

  • ½ cup water
  • 1 Republic Chai Tea bag
  • ½ cup steamed milk
  • 1 Tbs. molasses
  • 1/4 vanilla bean, scraped
  • Foamed milk
  • Gingersnap cookies (optional)

Preparation

  • Heat fresh, filtered water to a rolling boil.
  • Place the Chai tea bag in a standard sized tea mug,
  • add heated water and steep for 3-5 minutes.
  • Remove tea bag, stir in steamed milk, molasses, and vanilla bean.
  • Top with foamed milk and serve with gingersnap cookies.

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To Autumn

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To Autumn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,

And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,

For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

*

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?

Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find

Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,

Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;

Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,

Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook

Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:

And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep

Steady thy laden head across a brook;

Or by a cider-press, with patient look,

Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.

*

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?

Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,–

While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,

And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;

Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn

Among the river sallows, borne aloft

Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;

And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;

Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft

The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft,

And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

John Keats, 1795 – 1821

John Keats
Born in 1795, John Keats was an English Romantic poet and author of three poems considered to be among the finest in the English language.

The Old Barn

Charming Rustic Barn Framed By Stone Fences And Brilliant

Old Barn

*

Just down the road around the bend,

 Stands an old empty barn nearing the end.

It has sheltered no animals for many years,

No dairy cows, no horses, no sheep, no steers.

 *

The neigh of a horse the low of a cow,

Those sounds have been absent for some time now.

There was a time when the loft was full of hay,

And the resounding echoes of children at play.

 *

At one time the paint was a bold shade of red,

Gradually faded by weather and the sun overhead.

The doors swing in the wind, the hinges are

loose,

Window’s and siding have taken much abuse.

 *

The fork, rope and pulleys lifted hay to the mow,

A task that always brought sweat to the brow.

But those good days are gone forever it seems,

And that old barn now stands with sagging beams.

 *

It is now home to pigeons, rats and mice,

The interior is tattered and doesn’t look very nice.

Old, abandoned barns have become a trend,

Just down the road and around the bend.

*

Tim

Just Tim, I have no idea where this poem came from, how I got it on my poem website.      It’s a beautiful poem so Tim out their that wrote this poem and can prove it contact me .

eileenclark55@gmail.com

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