The Following Poems Were Taken From, "The Random House Book Of Poetry For Children." If you click on the title of each poem, you will go to another page with poems of that kind on it. For example, if you click on Nature is... you will go to a page that has poems about nature.
Nature Is
Nature is the endless shy,
the sun of golden light,
a cloud that floats serenely by,
the silver moon of night.
Nature is a sandy dune,
a tall and stately tree,
the waters of a clear lagoon,
the billows on the sea.
Nature is a gentle rain
and winds that howl and blow,
a thunderstorm, a hurricane,
a silent field of snow.
Nature is a tranquil breeze
and pebbles on a shore.
Nature's eacn and all of those
and infinitely more.
The Four Seasons
Summer
The earth is warm, the sun's ablaze,
it is a time of carefree days;
and bees abuzz that chance to pass
may see me snoozing on the grass.
Fall
The leaves are yellow, red, and brown,
a shower of sprinkles soflty down;
the air is frangrant, crisp, and cool,
and once again I'm stuck in school.
Winter
The birds are gone, the world is white,
the winds are wild, they chill and bite;
the ground is thick with slush and sleet,
and I can barely feel my feet.
Spring
The fields are rich with daffodils,
a coat of clover cloaks the hills,
and I must dance, and I must sing
to see the beauty of the spring.
Dogs and Cats And Bears and Bats
Mammals are a varied lot;
some are furry, some are not;
many come equipped with tails;
some have quills, a few have scales.
Some are large, and others small;
some are quick, while others crawl;
they prance on land, they swing from trees;
they're underground and in the sea.
Some have hooves, and some have paws;
some have fangs in snapping jaws;
some will snarl if you come near;
others quickly disappear.
Dogs and cats and bears and bats,
all are mammals, so are rats;
whales are mammals, camels too;
I'm a mammal... so are YOU!
The Ways Of Living Things
There is wonder past all wonder
in the ways of living things,
in a worm's intrepid wriggling,
in the song a blackird sings,
In the grandeur of an eagle
and the fury of a shark,
in the calmnesss of a tortoise
on a meadow in the dark,
In the splendor of a sea gull
as it plummets from the sky,
in the incandescent shimmer
of a noisy dragonfly,
In a heron, still and silent
underneath a cresent moon,
in a butterfly emerging
from its silver-spun cocoon.
In a fish's joyful splashing,
in a snake that makes no sound,
in the smallest salamander
there is wonder go be found.
City, Oh, City!
City, oh, city
of glory and grace,
of breathtaking towers
that soar into space,
of bottomless canyons,
steel, rivet, and stond;
City, oh, city,
how mighty you've grown.
City, oh, city
of myriad ways,
of thunderous sounds
that resound through your days,
of glistening lanterns
that brighten your nights;
City, oh, city
of shining delights.
Children, Children Everywhere
Children, children everywhere,
children dark and children fair,
children of all shapes and sizes,
children sprining odd suprises,
children chasing, running races,
children laughing, making faces,
children cooking mud for dinner,
children, every one a winner.
Children jumping, children wiggling,
children grumping, children giggling,
children singing, sneezing, weeping,
children sometimes even sleeping,
children giving children hugs,
children chewing worms and bugs,
children in their parents hair,
children, children everywhere.
Me I Am
I am the only ME I AM
who qualifies as me;
no ME I AM has been before,
and none will ever be.
No other ME I AM can feel
the feelings I've within'
no other ME I AM can fit
precisely in my skin.
There is no other ME I AM
who thinks the thoughts I do;
the world contains one ME I AM,
there is no room for two.
I am the only ME I AM
this earth shall ever see;
the ME I AM I always am
is no one else but me!
Some People I Know
Some people I know like to chatter,
while others speak hardly a word;
some think there is nothing the matter
with being completely absurd;
some are impossibly serious,
while others are absolute fun;
some are reserved and mysterious,
while others shine bright as the sun.
Some people I know appear sour,
but many seem plesant and sweet;
some have the grace of a flower,
while others trip over their feet;
some are as still as a steeple,
while some need to fidget and fuss;
yet every last one of these people
is somehow exactly like us.
Nonsense!
Nonsense? Thats what makes no sense;
a walrus waltzing on a fence,
cats in vats of cheese and chowder,
weasels sniffing sneezing powder,
elephants with bright umbrellas
dancing sprightly tarantellas,
tigers dressed in spotted sweaters
playing chess and writing letters.
Nonsense? Lizards clanging cymbals,
flying eggs and weeping thimbles
sleeping prunes and crooning poodles,
hopping spoons and creeping noodles,
schools of fish that moo like cattle,
bloomers marching into battle,
pigs with wigs and purple wings.
Nonsense! All these silly things.
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