Take your children by hand and a paper bag Hurry, don't let your feet too slowly drag Into the woods today we're headed for sure Going to let nature give us a memorable tour Now sun is yellow and warm making bright our faces Soon we'll be in cool dark green whispering places Big things we see, gigantic boulders, tall pine trees We're looking for tiny things hidden under rocks logs and leaves We might find a Lady Slipper and give it to Mom A Jack-in-the-Pulpit we could give to Uncle Rom Sweet berries are every where, but we mustn't eat Watch the birds, see if they do make them a treat Shush, I hear a sound coming from that hallow log on the ground It might be a frog, chipmunk, or possibly a fairy sneaking around "I believe your imagination has gone off in a whirl You funny child, it's only a fluffy brown squirrel" The sun now a orange and red in the lower cooler darkened sky, To the birds, frogs, chipmunks, squirrels, and possibly a fairy say goodbye Get your rocks, berries, Lady Slippers, your leaves, moss and wood When we get home and empty your bag, we'll see that you did really good Place the moss in the garden, rocks and wood on your shelf in a row, Your golden leaves pressed in wax paper and hung in the kitchen window. All that fresh air, running and climbing has made you a sleepy head, Eat your supper, have your hot shower, then off you go to bed. Dreaming about the Lady slippers, frogs, squirrels and possibly a fairy no longer in its secret place, When morning comes and your refreshed, check the bag, make sure it's empty---just saying in case. Author Eileen Clark
Digging To China
The Summers were hot in the suburbs of our city, We had a small sandy yard, a few toys and a kitty. It was just me and my brother ages four and six, We tried to dig to China with a shovel and some sticks. Into the hole my brother presses down his ear, Be quiet little sister for I am trying to hear. Running to mom shouting, I hear people talking, Dig further down son, you might see them walking. How grand our mother was, able to keep us entertained, Though times were hard, we never heard her complain. My children live in luxury with every electronic game, If I told them to dig to China, they'd think I was insane. Author Eileen Clark 2022
This poem has a lot of truth in it, we actually spent hours digging a hole in our back yard and listening for voices. My brother Dickie who I called Red because he had red curly hair, was positive he heard Chinese people talking and had me convinced. He also really saw the Easter bunny take a bite out of the carrot mom left for it, and he really really saw Santa take a bite out of the oatmeal cookie mom left for him on a plate. My brother was a really convincing kid over his gullible little sister.
This delightful image at the top of this post was found on~ https://www.dreamstime.com/photos-images/boy-digging-hole.html?pg=2
It’s an interesting thing that little children do,
Catching fireflies in a jar not thinking it through.
They cover the jar and tighten the jar lid,
Placing it in the bookcase from mother it’s hid.
Tucked in their bed of a very dark room,
The tiny lights dancing as if to a tune.
Then slowly one by one the lights go out,
It wasn’t a good idea, of this I don’t doubt.
Author Eileen Clark 2022
A clothesline was a news forecast, to neighbors passing by.
There were no secrets you could keep, when clothes were hung to dry.
It also was a friendly link, for neighbors always knew,
If company had stopped on by, to spend a night or two.
For then you’d see the fancy sheets and towels upon the line;
You’d see the company tablecloths, with intricate design.
The line announced a baby’s birth, to folks who lived inside,
As brand new infant clothes, were hung so carefully with pride.
The ages of the children, could so readily be known
By watching how the sizes changed, you’d know how much they’d grown.
It also told when illness struck, as extra sheets were hung;
Then nightclothes, and a bathrobe too, haphazardly were strung.
It also said “Gone on vacation now”, when lines hung limp and bare.
It told “We’re back!” when full lines sagged, with not an inch to spare.
New folks in town were scorned upon, if washing was dingy grey,
As neighbors carefully raised their brows, and looked disgustedly away.
But clotheslines now are of the past, for dryers make work much less,
Now what goes on inside a home, is anybody’s guess.
I really miss that way of life; it was a friendly sign,
When neighbors knew each other best, by what was hanging on the line.
Author Unknown, that’s sad.
Controversy Over The Clothes Line https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clothes_line
Beautiful painting credit goes to Jeffrey T. Larson Wonderful American Painter – https://www.jeffreytlarson.com/
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
Kids Write Poems About Fall
It’s the the best one of them all
The leaves are red and gold
This winter I will be olderby Jimmy age 6
Mom Photographer Takes Fairy Tale-Like Photos Of Her Children Enjoying Autumn
the morning air.
Emily C, age: 12, Year: 8, Selwyn House School, ChristchurchPoem:https://nzpoetrybox.wordpress.com/tag/poems-by-children/
DYING, CHANGING, YELLOW, BROWN, AND GOLDEN
COLORS, BRIGHT, GLOWING, LIVELY
MAKE AN AUTUMN SHADOW FLOWING
COLORS BEYOND BELIEF
Poem: https://www.loriswebs.com/youngpoets/anita.htmlImage: https://www.demilked.com/mom-photographer-takes-fairy-tale-like-photos-of-her-children-enjoying-autumn/
Guiding Our Children
“Children in the first six years learn to read, and every year after that they read to learn.”
Image:Found on readingandart.blogspot.com
“It’s not our job to toughen our children up to face a cruel and heartless world. It’s our job to raise children who will make the world a little less cruel and heartless.”
A Family of Poems: My Favorite Poetry for Children
Caroline Kennedy has chosen a rich variety of Kennedy family favorite poems
to include in this priceless collection. With thoughtful personal introductions
written by Caroline herself, and beautiful new original artwork by award-winning
artist, Jon J Muth, this collection is sure to become a family favorite for years to come.