Poems

Hearts Like Doors

Hearts like doors will open with ease,

If you use the proper keys,

they are thank you, may I, and if you please.

Author Unknown

About this poem, my mother would recite these words every time I forgot to say thank you and please. It was a very loving way of teaching me good manners and I passed it on to my three children.  I was born in the year 1939.

In some hymnals, the editors noted that a hymn’s author is unknown to them, and so this artificial “person” entry is used to reflect that fact. Obviously, the hymns attributed to “Author Unknown” “Unknown” or “Anonymous” could have been written by many people over a span of many centuries.
https://hymnary.org/

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Rain Rain Go Away

Rain, rain, go away,
Come again another day.

Rain, rain, go to Spain,
Never show your face again.

Rain, rain, pour down,
But not a drop on our town.

Rain on the green grass,
And rain on the tree,
And rain on the housetop,
But not on me.

Rain, rain, go away,
Come again on washing day.


Rain Rain Go Away! This is probably the perfect nursery rhyme to sing when the rain is pouring down outside. Rain Rain Go Away is a traditional nursery rhyme that was published in the 17th century or earlier. Since then, new variations of the song have appeared.

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Spring

Spring!

There is no time like Spring,
When life’s alive in everything,
Before new nestlings sing,
Before cleft swallows speed their journey back
Along the trackless track –
God guides their wing,
He spreads their table that they nothing lack, –
Before the daisy grows a common flower
Before the sun has power
To scorch the world up in his noontide hour…

by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Christina Georgina Rossetti was an English writer of romantic, devotional and children’s poems, including “Goblin Market” and “Remember”. Wikipedia

Born: December 5, 1830London, United Kingdom

Died: December 29, 1894Torrington Square

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What Is A Cat ?

Gentle eyes
that see so much,
paws that have
the quiet touch.

Purrs to signal
“all is well”
and show more love
than words can tell.

Graceful movements
touched with pride,
a calming presence
by our side.

A friendship
that will last and grow,
small wonder
why we love them so.

Author Unknown

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Indian Children

Where we walk to school each day
Indian children used to play-
All about our native land,
Where the shops and houses stand.


And the trees were very tall,
And there were no streets at all,
Not a church and not a steeple-
Only woods and Indian people.


Only wigwams on the ground,
And at night bears prowling round-
What a different place today
Where we live and work and play!

by Annette Wynne

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The Winds of March

The winds of March are wild and strong,
They howl and whistle all day long;
They pull the hats from tall men’s heads
And frighten children in their beds.

They brush the trees, they sweep the ground,
I’m glad no seedlings can be found,
For March would hurt each leaf and stem—
But April-time was made for them!

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by Annette Wynne ~ 1919 – 1922

An American poet specialising in children’s poetry. In 1919, her book of children’s poems, For Days and Days: A Year Round Treasury of Child Verse was published, followed by Treasure Things in 1922.

https://pennyspoetry.fandom.com/wiki/Annette_Wynne

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Spring Will Be Soon

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.


The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:


For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Poems · Poetry

From A Railway Carriage

Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
And charging along like troops in a battle,
All through the meadows the horses and cattle:
All of the sights of the hill and the plain
Fly as thick as driving rain;
And ever again, in the wink of an eye,
Painted stations whistle by.

Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,
All by himself and gathering brambles;
Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;
And there is the green for stringing the daisies!
Here is a cart run away in the road
Lumping along with man and load;
And here is a mill and there is a river:
Each a glimpse and gone for ever!

Robert Louis Stevenson  1885

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A Different Kind Of Kitty

My new little baby is so soft and so pretty

When she is sleeping she purrs like a kitty

So I knit her a wrap and hat with kitten ears

She looks so sweet it brought me to tears

by Eileen Clark 2021

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