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A BIRTHDAY
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a waterd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these,
Because my love is come to me.
Raise me a das of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.
Christina Rossetti
Mothers Love
Her love is like an island
In lifes ocean, vast and wide
A peaceful, quiet shelter
From the wind, the rain, the tide.
Tis bound on the north by Hope,
By Patience on the West,
By tender Counsel on the South
And on the East by Rest.
Above it like a beacon light
Shine Faith, and Truth, and Prayer;
And thro the changing scenes of life
I find a haven there.
I am the child
All the world waits for my coming,
All the earth watches with interest to see what I shall become.
Civilization hangs in the balance,
For what I am, the world of tomorrow will be.
I am the child,
I have come into your world,
About which I know nothing,
Why I came I know not;
How I came I know not;
I am curious;
I am interested.
I am the child,
You hold in your hand my destiny,
You determine, largely, whether I shall succeed or fail.
Give me, I pray you,
Those things that make for happiness.
Train me, I beg you,
That I may be a blessing to the world.
Source: I Am The Child - Children Poems http://www.poemsclub.com/i-am-thechild.html#ixzz2QjTrapLZ
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ABCs
A was an Archer
who shot at a frong
B was a Butcher
who kept a bulldog
C was a Captain
all covered with lace
D was a Drummer
who played with much grace
E was an Esquire
with pride on his brow
F was a Farmer
who followed the plough
G was a Gamester
who had but ill-luck
H was a Hunter
and hunted a buck
I was an Italian
who had a white mouse
J was a Jointer
and built up a house
K was a King
so might and grand
L was a Lady
who had a white hand
M was a Miser
who hoarded up gold
N was a Nobleman
Source: Thank You For Your Kindness - Thank You Poems http://www.poemsclub.com/thankyou-for-your-kindness.html#ixzz2QjYn6KVD
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Source: What Does The Bee Do? - Funny Poems, Funny Poems For Kids
http://www.poemsclub.com/what-does-the-bee-do.html#ixzz2QjaGOXD2
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After School
Lie beneath a spreading tree
With golden flowers in the sun.
Count to five on all the petals,
Never think of five plus one.
Watch the building-crammed horizon,
Sky no longer meeting ground.
Watch the golden flowers wither
Watch the golden dreams fall down.
Mom
Best friends forever, (Mom)(Mum) and me
Picking flowers and climbing trees.
A shoulder to cry on, secrets to share
Warm hearts and hands that really care.
THE RABBITS
A family of rabbits lived under a tree;
(close right hand and hide it under left arm)
A father, a mother, and babies three.
(Hold up thumb, then fingers in succession)
Sometimes the bunnies would sleep all day;
(Make fist)
But when night came, they liked to play.
(Wiggle fingers)
Out of the hole, theyd creep, creep, creep.
(Move fingers in a creeping motion)
While the birds in the trees were all asleep,
(Rest face on hands, place palms together)
Then the bunnies would scamper about and run
(Wiggle fingers)
Uphill, downhill! Oh, what fun!
(Move fingers vigorously)
But when the mother said, Its time to rest,
(Hold up middle finger)
Pop! They would hurry
(Clap hands after pop)
Right back to their nest!
(Hide hand under arm)
Source: A Note To The Moth Who Ate My Sweater - Funny Poems, Rhyming Poems
http://www.poemsclub.com/a-note-to-the-moth-who-ate-my-sweater.html#ixzz2QjjmlDsJ
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