Children's Poem VI

Children's Poems VI These are poems for children and poems about children and their mothers, fathers, grandmother, grandfathers and extended families. Springtime Prayer by Michael R. Burch They'll have to grow like crazy, the springtime baby geese, if they're to fly to balmier climes when autumn dismembers the leaves... And so I toss them loaves of bread, then whisper an urgent prayer: 'Watch over these, my Angels, if there's anyone kind, up there.' Limericks There once was a leopardess, Dot, who indignantly answered: 'I'll not! The gents are impressed with the way that I'm dressed. I wouldn't change even one spot.' —Michael R. Burch There once was a dromedary who befriended a crafty canary. Budgie said, 'You can't sing, but now, here's the thing— just think of the tunes you can carry! ' —Michael R. Burch Generation Gap by Michael R. Burch A quahog clam, age 405, said, 'Hey, it's great to be alive! ' I disagreed, not feeling nifty, babe though I am, just pushing fifty. A quahog clam is the longest-lived animal on record, at an estimated age of 405 years. Lance-Lot by Michael R. Burch Preposterous bird! Inelegant! Absurd! Until the great & mighty heron brandishes his fearsome sword. Keep Up by Michael R. Burch Keep Up! Daddy, I'm walking as fast as I can; I'll move much faster when I'm a man... Time unwinds as the heart reels, as cares and loss and grief plummet, as faith unfailing ascends the summit and heartache wheels like a leaf in the wind. Like a rickety cart wheel time revolves through the yellow dust, its creakiness revoking trust, its years emblazoned in cold hard steel. Keep Up! Son, I'm walking as fast as I can; take it easy on an old man. First Steps by Michael R. Burch To her a year is like infinity, each day—an adventure never-ending. She has no concept of time, but already has begun the climb— from childhood to womanhood recklessly ascending. I would caution her, 'No! Wait! There will be time enough another day... time to learn the Truth and to slowly shed your youth, but for now, sweet child, go carefully on your way! ...' But her time is not a time for cautious words, nor a time for measured, careful understanding. She is just certain that, by grabbing the curtain, in a moment she will finally be standing! Little does she know that her first few steps will hurtle her on her way through childhood to adolescence, and then, finally, pubescence... while, just as swiftly, I'll be going gray!