A Treasury of Children's Poetry

A Treasury of Children’s Poetry

By Allison Hall

Text copyright: Allison Hall Illustrations: Microsoft Clipart online and Phillip Martin The story is for reading purposes only and the text or illustrations should not be sold without the written permission of the copyright holders.

INTRODUCTION Poetry is therapeutic; it also serves an educational and entertainment formative function. Unfortunately many children and adults too do not like poetry. I believe that if poetry is taught properly and children are introduced to poetry at an early age, there would be more appreciation for this area of Language Arts.

Here are some poems from a collection of children’s poems I am currently developing.

WHO CAN SPEAK

Too whit tu-whoo says the owl hooting on the old plum tree Cuck- a-doodle-doo, says the cock looking at his chickens to be Caw, Caw, Caw, cries the crow how he longs for something to eat Chirp, Chirp, Chirp, says the robin redbreast who has found some grains of wheat Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, goes the woodpecker with his sharp, long beak Oh be quiet, oh be quiet, says the parrot I am the only one who can speak.

A KISS GOODNIGHT

Every child deserves a kiss before he goes to bed A nightcap, a bedtime story, or a pat upon his weary head And children should never be told ghost stories before they go to sleep Lest they have nightmares filled with witches that try to creep Into their minds and change all their dreams Of lands filled with fairies and beautiful streams But instead every child should be taught to pray For all the other children and a brighter day So that angels watch over them during the night And they will sleep soundly until morning light.

THE RAINBOW

Once upon a hot and sunny day After the flood washed everything away Father God looked down and said, ‘Noah, all the evil men are dead.’

Said he to the watery earth, ‘Tis’ time for your rebirth.’

He splashed some colors way up high.

Soon a rainbow appeared in the sky Red, orange, yellow and green Were some of the colors to be seen Blue, indigo and violet An arch of colors beautifully set Soon many plants begin to grow They borrowed some colors from the rainbow The rainbow soon left the sky As the earth continued to dry But Noah knew it would come again When God sent a shower of rain