Kiddies Poems - Poems about Kiddies

Poet’s Note : Robertson & Ashton are two small wine producing towns in the Karoo of South Africa. Robertson is known as the Town of Roses & Wine because it is exceedingly beautiful, yet the wealth discrepancies between the farm owners & their workers remain vast, even to this day. I worked on a small...

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Ever notice when kiddies play They pretend they're in a war They learn from us what seems to be Quite natural to our core The future of our planet Earth Is in the hands of every child Let's try our best to guide them through The perils with a smile A positive take on life it seems Helps reach that distant goal We don't need...

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[Written for my four year old great granddaughter who has developed an interest in the moon. Only after writing it did I discover already existing ’stuff’ called ‘A baboon on the moon’. Never mind... Who wants a Booker prize anyway?] [In UK bum is bottom] There’s a baboon on the moon And he’s got a shiny bum And if he wasn’t...

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In spite of the news, it's time for some giggles Forget about threats of long-range missiles Just chuckle and yee haw Don't you worry, pshaw Though the guys in charge are surely infantile kiddies...

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Ever notice when kiddies play They pretend they're in a war They learn from us what seems to be Quite natural to our core The future of our planet Earth Is in the hands of every child Let's try our best to guide them through The perils with a smile A positive take on life it seems Helps reach that distant goal We don't need...

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Gather around all you kiddies Got a wonderful tale to tell Bout people who are always happy As if they're under a spell As spells go this one seems magic Seems like a kind of trance Holding hands and singing out loud Performing a magical dance Some people might think it's evil But I'm here to tell the truth They're really dances of undying love Coz...

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Have you noticed When kiddies play They play with guns of war They learn from us What seems to be Quite natural to our core The future of Our planet lies In hands of every child Let's teach each soul And guide them through The perils with a smile A positive take On life it seems Helps reach that distant goal We don't need tools Of war no more Just peace in...

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It was my wife, my son and me, we were at home one weekend While she played with my son, I was giving a cupboard a mend They were running around laughing and playing I was up stairs sanding and spraying Then all of a sudden it was quiet in the house So quiet you could even hear the sucking...

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Babes in arms they come carried or toddling into a dark studio of a magical California morning little Shirley Temples in scarlet hair ribbons and golden curls crushed velvet frocks black patent Mary Janes chubby legs in white lace socks sailor suited infants drool and gurgle on satin bowties ticking clocks and puzzled children hold fast onto mothers' hands who believe their little angels are extensions of...

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