October 6th, 2008
Tears and Sadness
Sometimes I hide my tears when I am sad
My sadness and my tears belong to me
It isn’t that I think such things are bad
I just prefer to keep them privately
I walk away until I’m by myself
My tears and sadness wait for me, alone
Then, like a book, I take them from their shelf
And all the words I read are all my own
Each page is stained by tears I’ve cried before
And every edge is worn by sadness too
My book of tears and sadness serves me more
Than all the cups of comfort ever do
And when I’ve set my tears and sadness free
I’m glad to know you’ll still be there for me
Tags: Alone, Cry, Sad, Tears
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October 6th, 2008
My Big Umbrella
I have an old umbrella, big and black;
I carry it in storms of rain or snow.
It keeps me dry in front and dry in back,
And so I always take it when I go.
When all the trees have dropped their leaves at last
And offer no protection from the storm.
When snow is falling, heavy, wet and fast,
My big umbrella keeps me dry and warm.
And if I’m ever walking down your street
When winter snow is keeping you inside.
Or if you fear the cold and driving sleet,
Don’t let it get you down or make you hide.
Just call my name, then come and walk along
Beneath my big umbrella, broad and strong.
Umbrella
Tags: Friend, Storm, Umbrella
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October 6th, 2008
Goldfish
I love my little goldfish, he’s my friend;
He swims a hundred miles every day.
His swimming never seems to have an end;
Perhaps he thinks he’s swimming far away.
Around and ’round my little goldfish goes
And I can see him when he’s far or near.
I wonder if my little goldfish knows
That he’s been swimming ’round for half a year.
His ocean is the water in his bowl.
To me it seems a cozy little place.
A rock inside makes quite a lovely shoal.
And polished glass surrounds his private space.
But sometimes when he stops to look at me,
I wonder if he’s longing for the sea.
Tags: Bowl, Fish, Pet, Swim
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October 6th, 2008
School Work
It’s hard to think of all my work at school
When all I want to do is go and play.
But teacher has one simple little rule:
“Today’s work must be done, and done today!”
So back to adding numbers goes my hand,
My mind, however, wanders for a bit.
I think of all the games my friends have planned.
I wonder how much longer I can sit.
I try to focus like I know I should
On math or reading . . . what was it again?
If I could finish quickly then I would.
Is three from twelve the same as two from ten?
It’s hard to tell my brain to get it done
Because my feet keep telling me to run!
Tags: Play, School, Study, Work
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October 6th, 2008
Shadow Rabbit
My brother knows a thousand clever tricks;
Although, its true I haven’t seen them all.
One day when I was only five or six
He made a little rabbit on the wall.
The rabbit was a shadow of his hands,
But seemed so real the way he made it hop,
And made it burrow in the shadow sands.
I didn’t want the shadow play to stop.
But now the shadow rabbit’s gone away;
There’s nothing but the paper on the wall.
I ask my brother where he went to play,
And if the rabbit misses me at all.
My brother smiles as he turns on the light,
“I’ll teach you how to bring him back tonight.”
Tags: Brother, Rabbit, Shadow, Tricks
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October 6th, 2008
I Grew Today
I grew today; I think I grew an inch.
My secret is, I eat my spinach greens.
I season them with salt, but just a pinch,
And then sometimes I also eat my beans.
I grew today; I think I grew a foot.
I drink my milk to make my bones grow long.
My rule has always been, quite simply put:
Drink milk, drink milk, drink milk, it’s never wrong!
I grew today; I think I grew a yard,
I think because the exercise I do.
I swim. I bike. I run. I’m training hard.
I wonder one day what I’ll grow into.
I grew today; I think I grew mile:
That is, of course, if you can count my smile.
Tags: Grow, Measure, Tall
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October 6th, 2008
Elephant Dream
An elephant dream, an elephant dream
As big as a house the elephant seems
As high as the clouds, we ride on its back
An ugly woman and a boy named Jack
And I tell the driver to take us home
But the great big elephant wants to roam
So the ugly woman screams out in fright
And the boy named Jack cowers out of sight
Oh where are we going? Nobody knows
But the elephant runs wherever he goes
His feet sound like thunder below his knees
He doesn’t slow down for mountains or trees
The riding is fast and everything seems
Oh, so exciting in elephant dreams!
Tags: Big, Dream, Elaephant, Exciting, Ride
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October 6th, 2008
Waiting
I wait and wait and wait and wait some more;
I wish my friend would come so we could play.
I wait and wait and wait; it’s such a bore
And such an awful way to spend the day.
I sit and wait but nothing seems to change
Except the sun, which moves across the sky
I sit and wait; it seems a little strange
To sit and watch the day go slowly by.
I think of all the games I might have played
And all the books I think I could have read.
I think of building, things I might have made
And all the waiting I have done instead.
So while there’s still at least a little sun
I’ll go outside and have a little fun.
Tags: Friend, Play, Wait
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October 6th, 2008
Come Read to Me
Come sit with me and read; I like the sound
of words the way you say them with your voice.
I like how A’s are sharp and O’s are round
and how you seem to make your R’s rejoice!
Come sit with me and read a book or two
or read a poem, anything you choose.
I’ll listen, that’s the thing I like to do.
I’ll even beg you, “Please, please don’t refuse.”
Come sit with me and read, I want to hear
the soft, the loud, and everything between.
You read to me and everything seems clear;
I understand the words and what they mean.
There’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be
than sitting here with you. Come read to me.
Tags: Reading, Voice
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October 6th, 2008
I went to give my friend a gift today,
a friendly gift of yellow, red and blue.
My friend, you see, was feeling kind of gray,
so color seemed a friendly thing to do.
She said, “I like this yellow, bright and sweet;
it seems to want to spread itself around.
And red! You read my mind. So bold and neat,
like something that was lost but now is found.”
“This blue,” she cried and held it in the air,
“is light and soft; it makes a happy noise.”
So yellow, red and blue were everywhere;
my friend had filled her world with all their joys.
Together we enjoyed this splendid scene,
then noticed orange, purple, and some green.
Tags: Colors, Friends
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