Who Has Seen the Wind?

BY  CH RI ST IN A RO SS ET TI
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?

Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.

My Shadow
BY  RO BE RT LO UI S S TE VE NS ON
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.

The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow—

Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all.

He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,

And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see;
I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!

One morning, very early, before the sun was up,

I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.

Golden Keys
A bunch of golden keys is mine
To make each day with gladness shine.
"Good morning" is the golden key
That unlocks every door for me.

When evening comes, "Good Night" I say,

And close the door of each glad day.
When at the table, "If You Please"
I take from off my bunch of keys.

When friends give anything to me

I'll use my little "Thank You" key,
"Excuse me," "Beg your pardon, too,"
When by mistake some harm I do,
Or, if unkindly harm I've given,
With "Forgive me," I shall be forgiven.

On a golden ring these keys I'll bind,

This is its motto—"Be ye kind."
I'll often use each golden key,
And then a child polite I'll be.

Hearts, like doors, oft ope with ease

To very, very little keys,
And don't forget that two are these:
"I thank you, sir," and "If you please."

All Things Bright and Beautiful

by Cecil Frances Alexander

All things bright and beautiful,

All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens,

Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colors,
He made their tiny wings.

The rich man in his castle,

The poor man at his gate,
God made them high and lowly,
And ordered their estate.

The purple headed mountain,

The river running by,
The sunset and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;−

The cold wind in the winter,

The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,−
He made them every one.

The tall trees in the greenwood,

The meadows where we play,
The rushes by the water,
We gather every day;−

He gave us eyes to see them,

And lips that we might tell
How great is God Almighty,
Who hath made all things well.

Star Light, Star Bright

Author Unknown

Star light, start bright,

The first star I see tonight;
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have the wish I wish tonight.

A Family Is Like A Circle

© Nicole M. O'Neil

Published: February 2006

A family is like a circle.

The connection never ends,
and even if at times it breaks,
in time it always mends.

A family is like the stars.

Somehow they're always there.
Families are those who help,
who support and always care.

A family is like a book.

The ending's never clear,
but through the pages of the book,
their love is always near.

A family is many things.

With endless words that show
who they are and what they do
and how they teach you so you know.

But don't be weary if it's broken

or if through time it's been so worn.
Families are like that -
they're split up and always torn.
But even if this happens,
your family will always be.
They help define just who you are
and will be a part of you eternally.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/a-family-is-like-a-circle