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Poems For Children-1
Poems For Children-1
Poems For Children-1
BY PHIL BOLSTA
So if he starts to whine,
When my room is nice and neat,
Mystery Object
I don’t know where you came from.
I don’t know what you are.
Maybe you came from a camera,
Or a radio? or a car?
I don’t know what your name is.
I don’t know what you do.
In all my life I’ve never seen
A thing shaped quite like you.
So I’ll keep you in my pocket
As a puzzling mystery bit.
And, who knows? Maybe one day
I’ll find out where you fit.
© Tony Mitton
The Door
At least there´ll be
A draught.
Miroslav Holub
The Vulture
Hilaire Belloc
The Cat
Within the porch, across the way,
I see two naked eyes this night;
Two eyes that neither shut nor blink,
Searching my face with a green light.
W.H. Davies
Thomas Bolt
Eletelephony
Laura E. Richards
The pig
Anón
The eagle
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands
Adventures Of Isabel
© Odgen Nash
Sick
Shel Silverstein