Sandpit Poems - Poems about Sandpit

...I am digging in my sandpit and I find a wriggly worm I take it to show my mummy you should have seen her squirm! She does not like creepy crawlies as they make her feel quite ill ......

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...I met my child within, 'Amy'. We talked, we played, we engaged, We looked each other's faces for expressions. We looked into each other's eyes for emotions. I had a lot to learn from Amy. I s......

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...recall your childhood when you were so unaware of being a child walking with swinging arms babbling with chatter box like a brook unencumbered by opinions, beliefs unspoiled by graces and airs ......

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...gardens are where we are: from "Eden" to "Gilgamesh", "Babylon" to "Gethsemane" from mountain to coast, town to country from wetlands to desert oasis, under the sea to the edge of ice f......

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...Go play in the sandpit was the call from my Mother, Whenever I was bored. My first teacher then took over from my Mother, In repeating those same words of Wisdom. Thankfully the words had sunk in......

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...Its leave fall on the garden that was never planted, Its branches tickle the roof that was never painted. It gives shade to the sandpit that was never christened, Its roots encroach on the lawn......

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...It was one of those splendid mellow golden days in early autumn when many trees, though still green, begin to betray a trace of red or yellow. In the afternoon I took little Eleanor to the par......

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...Emma Rutledge 1876-1914 Greetings my friends, From this forgotten frump, This long-dead girl who now haunts This yawning ghost garden here. In life, my tongue tasted many terrible ......

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...I've worked with children all my days, The things they say sure do amaze. "How did the baby get in you? Will it come out with your poo?" "You'll need much more loo paper than me, Your bottom......

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...There is a rocky path, small fields on the left and a mysterious forest on the right, a fairyland. Cold creek among the trees running towards the lake. A red short wall decorated with nettles......

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... In the land of tin men, a little tin soldier he was made Now painted red and blue in a wooden box he was laid Was then given to a child, he was happy as could be Thinking of all the other toys......

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...She gives away so little, scraps of intelligence, barest insights, unconfirmable though out there I’m sure, waiting for verification by heart, united futures only. One could insist on truth, but expe......

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...Now listen close to these tangles that we have involved in As we evolve now, I'm just hoping that i can last longer If I can program my mind into, as fast as a mind has ever gone before If I tell mys......

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...Remember when we were just kids, When we shared a bath and a bedroom, When we used to play outside, On tinsel-decked scooters we’d zoom. The back garden with the sandpit and swing, The slide that gav......

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...The see saw of the mind... distinctive in its play The sandpit of creation... imaginations stray... In tandem toys are shared... the broken ones we crave... The depth of wilful notion... our thou......

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