Children's Poem VI
Children's Poems VI
These are poems for children and poems about children and their mothers, fathers, grandmother, grandfathers and extended families.
Springtime Prayer
by Michael R. Burch
They'll have to grow like crazy,
the springtime baby geese,
if they're to fly to balmier climes
when autumn dismembers the leaves...
And so I toss them loaves of bread,
then whisper an urgent prayer:
'Watch over these, my Angels,
if there's anyone kind, up there.'
Limericks
There once was a leopardess, Dot,
who indignantly answered: 'I'll not!
The gents are impressed
with the way that I'm dressed.
I wouldn't change even one spot.'
—Michael R. Burch
There once was a dromedary
who befriended a crafty canary.
Budgie said, 'You can't sing,
but now, here's the thing—
just think of the tunes you can carry! '
—Michael R. Burch
Generation Gap
by Michael R. Burch
A quahog clam,
age 405,
said, 'Hey, it's great
to be alive! '
I disagreed,
not feeling nifty,
babe though I am,
just pushing fifty.
A quahog clam is the longest-lived animal on record, at an estimated age of 405 years.
Lance-Lot
by Michael R. Burch
Preposterous bird!
Inelegant! Absurd!
Until the great & mighty heron
brandishes his fearsome sword.
Keep Up
by Michael R. Burch
Keep Up!
Daddy, I'm walking as fast as I can;
I'll move much faster when I'm a man...
Time unwinds
as the heart reels,
as cares and loss and grief plummet,
as faith unfailing ascends the summit
and heartache wheels
like a leaf in the wind.
Like a rickety cart wheel
time revolves through the yellow dust,
its creakiness revoking trust,
its years emblazoned in cold hard steel.
Keep Up!
Son, I'm walking as fast as I can;
take it easy on an old man.
First Steps
by Michael R. Burch
To her a year is like infinity,
each day—an adventure never-ending.
She has no concept of time,
but already has begun the climb—
from childhood to womanhood recklessly ascending.
I would caution her, 'No! Wait!
There will be time enough another day...
time to learn the Truth
and to slowly shed your youth,
but for now, sweet child, go carefully on your way! ...'
But her time is not a time for cautious words,
nor a time for measured, careful understanding.
She is just certain
that, by grabbing the curtain,
in a moment she will finally be standing!
Little does she know that her first few steps
will hurtle her on her way
through childhood to adolescence,
and then, finally, pubescence...
while, just as swiftly, I'll be going gray!
Copyright © Michael Burch | Year Posted 2024
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