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Children’s Poems

Poem: Fat Caterpillar.

Fat Caterpillar. . Racing across the bridle path Intent upon it’s own business The fat and hairy caterpillar Has no time to worry about mountain bikes. . .

Poem: Small Pleasures To Be Had.

Small Pleasures To Be Had. . . The high point of the day Is toast and Marmite Cut into little fingers, And then there’s the postman, Bringing the promise of a letter, Or something unexpected. . .

Poem: Friend.

Friend. . . Each time I take a walk Along by the river It is a pleasure. Though not so much the water, The hanging trees, Or pillowed grass, As much as it is The large and purry cat Who lies in the dust of pink flowers, Waiting to greet me. . .

Poem: What’s That.

What’s That. . . Poor little bird’s egg In a flash of pretty blue Down upon the garden path Lying smashed in two. . .

Poem: Pet.

Pet. . . Poor tortoise, Inching along The dusty gutter By the roadside, Far from home And totally lost. . .

Poem: The Black Cat.

The Black Cat. . . He always seems to be there, Waiting patiently on the step Each time we walk past, But there is no sign of life. Do they have any idea When they finally arrive home Of the long hours that he spends Just missing them. . .

Poem: I wandered On The Sandy Shore Again.

I Wandered On The Sandy Shore Again. . . I wandered on the sandy shore When someone shouted help I looked around but all I saw Was pebbles, sand and kelp . Then in the waves I saw a glint A bottle in the sea A tiny man was in it Waving desperately at me […]

Poem: I Wandered On The Sandy Shore..

I Wandered On The Sandy Shore. . I wandered on the sandy shore When someone shouted ‘Help’ I looked around but all I saw Was sand and sea and kelp . I wandered on a little more There was a second call It seemed to come from over there Behind the old sea wall . […]

Poem:I Hate Being Cold.

I Hate Being Cold. . . I hate being cold ‘Cos it’s not at all nice When my nose is bright red And my feet are like ice. . I hate being cold ‘Cos it freezes my toes And an icicle hangs From the end of my nose . I hate being cold ‘Cos my […]

Poem: Have You Ever Wondered Why.

Have You Ever Wondered Why . . Why do Bobbies wear those hats The reason is quite simply said A Bobby wears a pointy hat To fit his pointy head . .