Spring time follies have arrived,
birds singing their songs,
such cheer is in the air.
Ducks of every kind
and color landed on
the lake this very day,
to take part in the
Spring time follies.
Chipmunks watching
from under cover,
but seeing all,
Smiles coming to their
little faces, as they
watch the party.
Spring time follies
is the event of the
year for these little
creatures and always
will be.
Written 4-17-11
Children come into this world innocent and pure,
Free from the allure of ungodly things,
Then one day they magnetize disease,
as suddenly as they arrived, they are about to leave,
Children are the purest form of truth,
A dying child has no time to be coy or cute,
He/she usually cuts through the chase and gets to the point,
there is no use in hesitation or rattling joints,
Dying children let you know how they are feeling and what they think,
even if it seems uncouth or stinks,
When time is precious, they don't waste it playing ring around the rosy,
They ask questions, give opinions and get really nosy.
My velvet fold passes through my
heart without a tear drop to call my own
this I am told is from my velvet fold.
Tears turn to crystl tears
through time after time I fear
at times they will never end.
I have a cart full of crystl tears
that choose for only dimes for a dozen
it was mighty cold listening to chimes.
Without these crystl tears of mine think
I'll drift into the velvet fold of my heart.
Cheryl©McCall 2007
Climb the stairs it's time to sleep, you're eyes almost closed,
Sandman say's he's coming, cause when your tired he always knows,
It's time to get you're pjyamas on, you're winter bed time clothes,
Up the wooden hills you climb, to bedtime land, off you go.
To sleep and dream of candy floss, with elephants and King's,
Of sugar plums and fairie's, and pink girly flowery thing's,
so off to bed it's time to sleep, dreamland now awaits,
Hiding secret wonders, behind it's goodnight gates.