Children Night Poems

Camp Mystic

Soft raindrop music lulled all to quiet
with dreams of fairies, strawberry Delight
Stars sent lovelights that winked off and then on
wind whispered “shh,” very soon will

The Gods May Be Crazy

Tossing and turning all night
recently had the strangest dreams
recalling them in broad daylight
don’t know what they mean
wrecked by a stacked deck
of bottom-dealt cards
I was under

A Night Out at the Carnival

Under the inky façade of the night sky,
With reluctant steps, I joined the stream of men
Flowing to the place of the great celebration.

A huge crowd

Midway Psalm

The Ferris wheel, a spoked and sputtering crown,
Pinned back the velvet dark. We paid our fee
In crumpled bills, bought passage to the town
Where gravity forgot

If Not For Love

If Not For Love
by Michael R. Burch, circa age 18

The little child who cries,
brushing sleep from startled eyes,
might not have awakened from her dreams
to fill

Above the Somber Night

T'was the Night Before Christmas- Not for Contest

Everything was ready for Christmas Day.
New toys were wrapped for the children to play.
We had all decorated the Christmas Tree.
Gifts in pretty paper were placed

Confronting shadows

Why can't I walk in the garden at night?
Horrible shadows keep blurring my sight ~
They make me run like a man with no balls.
Each time

We Were Here Before the Borders

They wake before the mist lifts
in bamboo huts nailed to the spine of hills,
children with feet toughened by stone,
learning to climb before they can read.

The

Let's play with our hearts under the sky of an endless night

Let's play with our hearts under the sky of an endless night,
to exchange them like falling stars losing their brilliance,
asking for nothing in return, just

Early Poems XXI

These are my early poems, or juvenilia.

Stars
by Michael R. Burch, age 22

Though night has come,
I'm not alone,
for stars appear
—fierce, faint and far—
to dance until they

Our Land

you free me of my mind,
every moment we share together our hearts bind.
looking in your eyes is like watching the waves,
when the time comes we

Quite a Sight

Phoebe and her brother and sisters loved to play, like capricious wind;
And many robust children lived nearby, like green nature, an old friend.

The Clarks lived

Under the veil of night, when the stars sing their silence, a wave of fire flows like living water

Under the veil of night, when the stars sing their silence, a wave of fire flows like living water,
enveloping the gathered crowd, called by priests

PRINCIPLE

Day by day
Time after time
From range to range 
From phase to phase 
Stage by stage
The principle of life.

The day you plant a seed 
Another day