Poems

Jack Frost

Jack Frost is never heard or seen,                                                      But you can tell just where he's been                                                      For while your fast asleep at night          
He paints the world a sparkling white      

His freezing fingers in a trice                                                                Turn every puddle into ice                                                                           Window panes those fingers trace         
Fine twinkling patterns just like lace  

On silken webs some spiders spun                                                            Jack Frost hangs crystals just for fun                                                    You can't see jack Frost this  is true                                                           But he can still reach out to you

So wrap up warm, please take my tip                                                                   Or you'll feel Jack Frost's icy grip

Author Jillian Harker       

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Poems

Forgetter Be Forgotten?

My forgetter’s getting better
But my rememberer is broke
To you that may seem funny
But, to me, that is no joke.

For when I’m ‘here’ I’m wondering
If I really should be ‘there’
And, when I try to think it through,
I haven’t got a prayer!

Often times I walk into a room,
Say “what am I here for?”
I wrack my brain, but all in vain
A zero, is my score.

At times I put something away
Where it is safe, but, Gee!
The person it is safest from
Is, generally, me!

When shopping I may see someone,
Say “Hi” and have a chat,
Then, when the person walks away
I ask myself, “who was that?”

Yes, my forgetter’s getting better
While my remember is broke,
And it’s driving me plumb crazy
And that isn’t any joke.

James Casey author and poet

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Daddy Fell Into The Pond

Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.
We had nothing to do and nothing to say.
We were nearing the end of a dismal day,
And then there seemed to be nothing beyond,
Then Daddy fell into the pond!

And everyone’s face grew merry and bright,
And Timothy danced for sheer delight.
“Give me the camera, quick, oh quick!
He’s crawling out of the duckweed!” Click!

Then the gardener suddenly slapped his knee,
And doubled up, shaking silently,
And the ducks all quacked as if they were daft,
And it sounded as if the old drake laughed.
Oh, there wasn’t a thing that didn’t respond
When Daddy Fell into the pond!

by Alfred Noyes 1880 ~ 1958

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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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Susan Rios Hollyhock House by Susan Rios – Print on Canvas

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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.