Four Children's Poems
Mud balls dusted flour white,
are summer snowballs
tossed in a fight.
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I saw a little brown bird
swallow a fat, wiggly worm.
I wonder if I ate one,
would it make my belly squirm?
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I saw a line of black ants
rushing down a hill.
Even little ants, I guess,
can have a fire drill.
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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!
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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!
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