To install a love of poetry into our grandchildren is a gift. Below are some poems that you might like to share. I will be adding more in the future. Sally
BUCKINGHAM PALACE BY ALAN ALEXANDER MILNE
They're changing guard at Buckingham Palace - Christopher Robin went down with Alice. Alice is marrying one of the guard. "A soldier's life is terrible hard," Says Alice.
They're changing guard at Buckingham Palace - Christopher Robin went down with Alice. We saw a guard in a sentry-box. "One of the sergeants looks after their socks,”
They're changing guard at Buckingham Palace - Christopher Robin went down with Alice. We looked for the King, but he never came. "Well, God take care of him, all the same," Says Alice.
They're changing guard at Buckingham Palace - Christopher Robin went down with Alice. They've great big parties inside the grounds. "I wouldn't be King for a hundred pounds,”
They're changing guard at Buckingham Palace - Christopher Robin went down with Alice. A face looked out, but it wasn't the King's. "He's much too busy a-signing things," Says Alice.
They're changing guard at Buckingham Palace - Christopher Robin went down with Alice. "Do you think the King knows all about me?" "Sure to, dear, but it's time for tea," Says Alice.
FOLLOW YOUR DREAM BY ROGER STEVENS
Win the Olympics, be a scientist, author, acrobat, fly a balloon. you can be a pop star, actor, film star, pilot, astronaut, go to the moon.
You can sell fridges, you can build bridges, you can sail a ship on the seven seas. be a physician be a politician, you can do anything you want to be.
Don’t listen to the moaners, knockers, complainers, you are unique in every way.
Someone will always try to discourage you, but you can do it whatever they say.
Be determined and never give up. you are much, much better than you think you are. All you need is a burning desire. Follow your dream and you’ll go far.
Plant a seed in the ground, Water it on and around, Soon the stem will start to show, Watch the leaves start to grow, Plants need sun, water, air and light, To grow big, colourful and bright. Then a flower can open its petals wide And drop seeds once it has died.
ANT TAKES A CRUISE
The ant crawled in a bottle That fell into the lake The ant soon came to realise She’d made a big mistake.
The lake got rough and bouncy. The bottle hit a rock, It went down a steep waterfall That left the ant in shock.
She stared out of her window At two big nosy fish They saw by ant’s enormous eyes That ant was new to this.
The ant rode down the river And finally out to sea. And when at last a ship came near The ant yelled, “Set me free!”
Once there was a pirate As wicked as can be He sailed on his pirate ship Across the deep blue sea He had a wooden leg And a patch across one eye And a parrot on his shoulder Who couldn’t even fly! He had a crew of mates Raggedy and strong And once they found The treasure They all went sailing home.
A friend is someone special Who will always care and share Someone to rely on Who will always be there A friend is lots of fun Your buddy every day To sing and laugh and talk with A mate who’ll always play A friend makes you feel special When you’re spending time together And if you care about your friend A friend is yours forever.
This dog will eat anything. Apple cores and bacon fat. Milk you poured out for the cat. He likes the string that ties the roast And relishes hot buttered toast. Hide your chocolates! He’s a thief, He’ll even eat your handkerchief. And if you don’t like sudden shocks, Carefully conceal your socks. Leave some soup without a lid, And you’ll wish you never did. When you think he must be full, You find gobbling bits of wool, Orange peel or paper bags, Dusters and old cleaning rags. This dog will eat anything, Except for mushrooms and cumber. Now what is wrong those, I wonder?
My dog is a god dog, Yes he is. My dog is a good dog Yes he is. He sits and begs. He stands up tall. He chases his tail all around the hall. My dog is a good dog, Yes he is.
Lemons are yellow They look all sunny But when you lick them Your lips go funny.
“Bubble” says the kettle “Bubble” says the pot "Bubble, bubble, bubble" "We are very hot." “Shall I take you off the fire” “No, you needn’t trouble This is just the way we talk” “Bubble, bubble, bubble.”
Please, little worm Will you be my friend. Don’t be silly I’m your other end.
Mary had a little lamb, Her teacher had one too. They kept it in the playground And taught them to say “Moo.”
What do you suppose? A bee sat on my nose. And what do you think? It gave me a wink, And then it said, “I do beg your pardon. I thought you were a garden.”
Beautiful seagull flying so high. Over the ocean up in the sky. When you fly down to rest on the beach. You always manage to keep out of reach.
A clown is very funny. He wears such funny clothes, He has a funny mouth Beneath a funny nose. Some clowns are very tall, And some are very fat. And where the hair should be Is a funny little hat. Clowns wear enormous shoes That flip-flop up and down. It’s fun to be so funny. I think I’ll be a clown.
Our stove would not go our food would not cook. If you put on a pot, it never got hot. When a man came to fix it he gave it one look. “That stove,” said the man, “is too old to cook. I can’t fix it up.” He gave it a thump “The only place that stove will go is the dump.”
Peter like to paste the paper and his face. Peter pasted everything he found around the place. The paste got on his clothes, his fingers and the floor, and when the pot was empty Peter went and got some more.
THE SULKS BY MARIAN SWINGER
I’m sulking in my bedroom. I shan’t go down to tea and I won’t be watching telly since no cares for me,. I’ll sit here in my bedroom. I’ve slammed and locked the door. I’m cold and I’m uncomfortable I’m sulking on the floor. I hear my brothers shouting and the bouncing of a ball and mum is down there singing, but I will spite them all for I'm sulking in my bedroom, Yes! That will pay them out but I wish I could remember what my sulk was all about.
A BOOK SPEAKS
When you drop me on the floor I get stepped – my sides are sore. Torn out pages make me groan, I feel dizzy if I’m thrown Every mark and every stain On my covers gives me pain. Please don’t bend me, if you do I don’t want to talk to you. But we will both be friends together; If you protect me from the weather, And keep me clean so that I look A neat and tidy happy book.
HAPPINESS BY ANNETTE KOSSERIS
Have you ever wondered what happiness is? It’s different things to different people. To Me...happiness is the sun up above, a feeling of love, the freedom to roam, and coming back home!
To a fairy, it’s her gossamer wings, bringing freedom as she flies and sings! To a goblin, why it’s food and fun, early morning till day is done!
To a pirate, it’s ships and gold! Hidden treasure! Adventure bold! Fights for fighting and songs to sing, and sailing the seas with the Pirate King! Yes! It’s different things to different people. What’s it mean to you?