Four Children's Poems

Mud balls dusted flour white, are summer snowballs tossed in a fight. .......................................... I saw a little brown bird swallow a fat, wiggly worm. I wonder if I ate one, would it make my belly squirm? ............................................ I saw a line of black ants rushing down a hill. Even little ants, I guess, can have a fire drill. ........................................... Six sizzling hot dogs jumped off daddy's grill. While grandma played the harmonica our dinner danced down the hill. With bun in hand, we ran, and we're running, running, still! ..................................................... Author's note: Why not take your children on a treasure hunt, perhaps, just around the block, or, even in your own back yard. There are treasures all around, just waiting to be found!