Children's Poetry
2004-01-05 - 8:09 p.m.

Roads
I saw a road so winding,
That it wound right off a cliff,
And I saw a road with golden stones,
But couldn’t walk on it,
I saw a street so smoothly paved,
The surface looked like glass,
But I didn’t want to cut myself,
So I walked right on past.
I saw a road so dull and steep,
And this old road I chose,
For it led to the mountaintop,
Where the shining sun arose.
Son, every road leads somewhere,
Just in case you didn’t know,
So make sure the road you travel,
Leads you where you want to go.

Wibble & Wubble
A Wibble and a Wubble got together for a chat,
The Wibble brought jump rope and the Wubble brought a snack,
They talked about their families, hobbies, pastimes, bric-a-brac,
And then they went their separate ways, what do you say to that?

Ben
Ben was a pirate, and a brave one at that,
He was not scared of monsters, or Boogies, or bats,
When others ran ‘way, their knees knocking in fright,
Ben drew his sword, and jumped into the fight.
But one thing made Ben quake, till the day that he died,
And when it was mentioned, he’d quake and he’d cry,
His teeth frowned and they chattered, and he made this remark,
“Even brave pirates are scared of the dark!”

Billy’s Overgrown House
The stars used to shine,
But he blocked them all out,
Old Billy Smith,
And his overgrown house.
The clouds used to billow,
And the kids used to shout,
But not now, thank to Bill,
And his way-too-big house.
The grass used to be green,
And I once caught a mouse,
In the place where now sits,
Billy’s monsterous house.
But I can’t knock it down,
So I might as well pout,
And wish a boulder would fall,
On Bill’s overgrown house.

Smart
I’m not quite as clever as Tommy and Frank,
Bill’s smarter than me; so’re Joey and Hank,
Everyone’s smarter than me; Still, I know,
I’m smarter than I was an hour ago.

Sunflowers
The sunflower smiles,
When things don’t go her way,
When it rains and it’s cloudy,
And the flies stay and stay,
The sunflower smiles,
Till she dies of old age,
Then she smiles,
And grows herself out of the grave.

Tiny Man
A very tiny man saw I,
He looked to me like he might cry,
And when I tried to ask him why,
He tipped his hat and waved good bye.